When Harry walked into the kitchen after coming home from work one lunchtime he saw Nikki with her back to him washing up. Grinning to himself he walked over to her and quickly wrapped his arms around her waist and covered her mouth with his quickly deepening the kiss as Nikki gasped in surprise. Reaching up Nikki grasped hold of Harry's shirt ignoring the fact that she still had wet hands and gripped his shoulders tightly.
"God you're so beautiful" he whispered against her neck as he pushed her up against the counter behind her and started to un-do the blouse she was wearing and allowing her to do the same to his shirt. He pushed the blouse onto the floor and pushed Nikki's hands away from his shirt causing her to moan in frustration which was silenced by his lips covering hers again and he started to work on the button and zip of her jeans. Pushing his hands away this time Nikki succeeded in pushing his shirt onto the floor to join her blouse and leant her head back to give him better access to her neck. He started to undo the zip of her jeans when there was a horrified shout from the kitchen doorway.
"Mum dad what the hell are you doing?"
Harry and Nikki sprung apart and looked up to see the four horrified faces of their teenagers staring at them with different forms of disgust written on their faces.
"What..what are you doing home?" Harry asked trying to steady his voice slightly as he faced his children
"School was shut because of the snow" eighteen year old Edward replied "What are you doing home?" he asked as Nikki shrugged her blouse back home "Actually I don't want to know, but really, in the kitchen?"
Both Harry and Nikki blushed violently at being caught by their children and being chastised by them.
"I think I'm going to gauge my eyes out now, if you'll excuse me" seventeen year old Darius mumbled and walked away shaking his head. Emery just raised an eyebrow at her parents and walked away with a slight grin on her face as she followed her brother. Only the twins were left now and Harry and Nikki felt as though they were back to their own teenage years and being caught by their parents.
"I hope you were using protection" Graham grinned cheekily and both eighteen year olds ran laughing out of the kitchen as Harry chased them with the wet sponge from the bowl.
This scene has been haunting me for a while and I just needed to write...type..it up before it drove me mad. :D
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