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Nate held the saucepan steadily in his hand.
"Right, so we just, flip it" he flipped the pancake filled saucepan. The pancake went flying to the window and through it.
Nate shrugged and loaded a new pancake on.
"Second time's a charm." He muttered to himself, trying again.
He looked at the bedroom door, through which was the bathroom and in that was a naked Elena. His thoughts danced as he remembered the night before. Elena was good at sex, even if she hadn't done it before.
And, seriously, he was surprised he hadn't raped her in the jungle if he'd known she'd been hiding a body like that. Come to think of it, he probably would have…
He tried to flip another pancake. It flew over his shoulder onto the sofa.
Oh, well. That could be Elena's.
He heard the shower turn off and briefly entertained the thought of going in while Elena was drying herself. He could just picture pulling off that towel, wet hair falling over her shoulders…
Crap! His finger caught the edge of the pan, sending a jolt of heat into his finger.
He threw the pancake over his shoulder and looked at his finger. It was angry and red. Nate didn't blame it; he'd be pissed if someone had burned him too. Nate sucked it to relive the pain-
"Nate?"
Nate spun around, pulling the finger from his mouth, to see Elena, wet hair, towel covered and pancake covered.
"Shit, I'm sorry." Nate dropped the pan and ran over to relive her of the breakfast. He pulled it off her face and threw it aside. God, she was beautiful, he thought as he looked at her slightly disgruntled face, but he could also see she was trying not to smile.
"Wow cowboy. Nice sexy entrance on my part, I think."
Nate grinned. "Yeah, I've been making breakfast."
Elena looked around the room, pancakes covering the floor.
"Throwing breakfast I'd say." She smirked at his shuffling manner. This was a side of Nate not many got to see, she guessed. Awkward, not at all the confident rogue he made himself out to be.
Nate looked at her. "You're wearing a towel, y'know?"
Elena looked down at her towel covered body. She didn't quite know why she'd come out in it, but she thought it had to do something with her hunger and the smell of pancakes.
"Yeah" She hitched it up a bit more, accidently revealing more leg, before pushing it down a bit, revealing more breast. Damn you towels, you just couldn't win!
She looked up at him defiantly. "It's a fashion statement."
Nate grinned. "Well, hear hear to that."
Elena smiled at him. "Well, I was thinking of dumping it. It hasn't taken off see?"
"No? Hard to see why not." He turned back to the saucepan and tried to put a new pancake on it. "What are you going to do now? Just drop the towel? Or do you have something else in mind?"
Elena shrugged before jumping up onto the counter, much to Nate's surprise.
"I don't know. Drop it?"
Nate shrugged. "I'm all good with that."
Elena frowned. Wait a sec… She flushed with embarrassment as she realised what she had just said. Drop the towel meant she'd be naked. Stupid; no wonder Nate liked that idea so much.
"I think I'll steal one of your shirts cowboy."
Nate looked around. "Why? You have your own shirt?"
"Ah, but that's the good thing about having a boyfriend. You can steal their shirts."
Nate raised his eyebrows. "Their? How may are you dating?"
Elena waved a hand. "Oh, 15 or so. You're just boyfriend number. 9."
Nate looked down. Funny thing was, if Elena tried she could probably have 15 of them.
"What's your name again?" Elena teased.
Nate looked at her. "Suitor; Unlucky Suitor."
Elena grinned and raised her hand. "Nice to meet you. Funny name."
Nate looked at her steadily. "You should hear my middle name."
"Oh?"
"'Cheated'. So I'm, Unlucky Cheated Suitor." Nate shrugged. "It's different." He looked at her in a new way. "And you are?"
She raised her hand again, Nate taking it this time. "Slut; Dirty Slut, pleased to fuck you."
"Really? Impressive. Did you're parents choose it for a reason or…"
Elena looked at the window. "I'm a bit of a whore. So, y'know, they gave me a name to suit it."
She looked back at him, grinning. Nate was struck just how much he liked the grin. It was cheeky with just the right amount of innocence.
"How about you, Unlucky? Why'd your parents call you that?"
Nate's jaw clenched. "No reason." He looked down and started fiddling with the pancake. Elena knew she'd hit a sore subject; Parents. That'd explain Sully.
She put her hand on his arm. "You okay?" She was not going to let him withdraw. She was guessing that that was what had happened to this Chloe or his other flings. She was not going to be one of them. She was actually really starting to like this man. A lot. It was weird, actually. But, bottom line, she was not going to become a fling. Not that easily. If Nate did one thing, he'd remember her.
Nate looked down again. "Yeah, I'm fine."
Elena frowned. "Now, that's not true. What happened?"
"Just because you had a rosy childhood, perfect house, a fucking dog, doesn't give you the right to try and force mine out." Nate snapped.
Elena ran her tongue across her teeth. "I didn't have any dog, thank you." She studied him. "I'm sorry. You're right. I had to right to push you. I just…" She searched for the words. Love you? Bit too soon to say. "I really care for you." She hopped off the counter and wrapped her arms around Nate.
"I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
Nate un-tensed in her arms. He looked down at her. She was different. No-one would question him on his parents. No-one invaded like that. No-one… no-one cared like that. Not even Sully. He'd dropped the subject, but Elena…
Elena let him go and walked towards the pancake on the sofa. Nate watched as she picked it up and carried it to the table. She then moved to Nate and took the saucepan from his hand.
"Let me do that."
Nate released his grip on it. Elena carried it to the pancake and loaded it up before taking it to the oven to heat it up.
"I'm sorry." Nate voice cracked. Elena looked around. "I'm just-"
Elena put her fingers on his lips. "You don't need to tell me."
He took her hand. "But I do." He took a deep breath. "My mother killed herself and my dad left me… alone."
Elena moved closer. "Thank you. I'm really sorry for what happened. But look at you" she gestured up and down. "You've done fine. So screw them."
Nate smiled. "Yeah."
"And Nate?" She looked at him, dead serious. "You'll never be alone as long as I'm here."
They decided to eat in bed, for the hell of it.
Elena licked sticky syrup off her fingers before rubbing them on Nate.
"Hey!" Nate protested, pushing her hand away.
She laughed, a clear, intoxicating sound. "Sorry, but you make good pancakes."
Nate looked at his chest. "Yeah, I know. How else was I supposed to survive?"
"Maybe you just needed a feminine touch?" Elena smiled.
Nate grimaced. "What? Like pink stuff?"
Elena laughed again, falling against him. "No! Like food and stuff. And" she reached down and pulled off her towel. "Clean towels too. Are you seeing this?"
She shoved it in Nate's face. Nate pushed it away, very conscious of Elena's bare breasts pushing against his side.
"Yeah, I see a clean towel." Nate replied.
Elena shook her head, hair flying. "No, look at that stain!" She pointed to a none-existent stain.
Nate took it. "Oh, that. Well. I'll have to fix that, won't I?"
He moved in for a kiss but Elena pushed his face away. "I don't think so cowboy. Don't think that because I'm sorry your parents are weird means you'll get sex. No uh."
Nate grinned. Oh yes, this one was very special.
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