"Bye! Bye! I'm just going to awkwardly wave now, okay, bye!" I heard him enthusiastically say to the viewers, signalling his live show being over. Just in time, too. I just finished eating my stir fry.

"Dan, there's still some left if you want?" I call. And just like that he was in the kitchen with me.

"Yum. Make me some tea?" He asks me. Someone was a little needy tonight. Not that I minded at all, I liked being there- in the least cheesy way possible. He walked backwards, bowl in hand, and BAM, right into the cupboard door I left open. Woops.

"Phil!" He scolded me.

"Sorry," I laughed, then tuned to face him for the first time since he walked in. "Dan!" I found myself making the same tone at him, "What the heck did you do with my stickers? You didn't use them all did you?"

"No, I left like 3, a Tabby, Persian, and Irish fold." I didn't even want to know how he knew this. "Ugh, my head." He complained rubbing the back of it.

"That's what you get, I walked over to him and pulled a sticker off of his cheek, only to stick it onto the mug I was holding. I started to ask him how the show went when he grabbed me and planted a big old kiss on my lips.

"Ha! I got you!" I should have expected it, he was making eyes at me the whole time we were both in the office. "You know sometimes I wish I didn't have to do Younow, every time someone asks about phan or something I get all antsy."

I took it upon myself to put my forehead against his and give him puppy dog eyes.

"Okay," He states, "Maybe it's not that annoying." He pressed his sort-of-capped lips against mine again. I plant my hands on either side of him at his hips, wanting to push away and tease him, but having trouble convincing myself to pry him off of me, he seemed that desperate. I secretly liked him being rough with me, even though rough people usually weren't my favorite.

I'm finally able to close my lips for just a moment and I begin to pull away when he entangles his fingers into my hair and pulls me to him while walking me into the breakfast bar, bending over just a little bit so I can't move my head down to escape. He's such a breakfast bar pervert.

"Dan…" Did I just moan? His hands grab the edge of the bar so I'm trapped. I slip my hands up either side of him until the back of his head where I feel a bump from where he hit it. Still tender, I guess, because when I brush it he bites down on my lip and I can finally pull away, giddy from the kiss.

"Sorry," I say holding back a laugh. The kettle boils and step under his arm as he lifts it to rub the back of his head again.

"Hey, we're not done!"

"Later… We still have to watch Supernatural." I turn and smile at him.