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Drip, Drip, Drip…
Jason hated the bathroom of his apartment, he really, really hated it. It was like the 80's had thrown up on the 30's, and no one since had bothered to change that. Which was why he was trying to figure out how to drive his live in girlfriend insane enough with the ugly bathroom as he was, so she'd let him do the renovations he wanted.
For four years he'd been buy, legally revamping, and subletting apartments, four years of it! Raven had moved to New York City for school and he'd sort of drifted after her. And in those four years he'd gotten really good at redesigning, restoring, and working on the renovations of apartments. He liked the work too. But he was seeing the error in getting Raven to move in with him before he renovated the bathroom.
That was nearly two years ago, and now he was sitting in the door frame of his hideous bathroom of his otherwise nice apartment trying to figure out how to get Raven let him get away with renovating it. He'd have to be sneaky and underhanded about whatever it was he did, mostly because Raven had firmly held against him renovating the bathroom and even gone all demon on him not to.
"What are you doing?" his girlfriend asked which had him turning to look at her as she walked in, dropping her school bag, her coat and looking in the bathroom.
"Thinking," he mused as he stood up to tower over her. The amazing thing to him, was even after knowing her, really getting to know her, was that she was always at ease with him. Nothing he said or did could ever phase Raven.
"Uh-huh, well if it's about renovating that bathroom forget it, finish the kitchen then we'll talk," she said.
"I'm just waiting for the right fridge, and it's being delivered tomorrow, then the kitchen is as good as new and you know it," he stated.
"Jason, I will believe that when the fridge is plugged in, and running, you've been saying it's done I just need 'blank' and it's as good as new for months now," she mused.
"Really?"
"Yes," she said flatly which had him shrugging and kissing her head. It wasn't like Raven actually cooked, so she couldn't complain.
"How was school little bird?" he asked as he watched her move about the kitchen, the mini fridge was going to the building basement once he got his fridge installed and since he owned the fucking building there'd be no bitching about where he put that fucking mini fridge.
"Long," she sighed and sat at the island.
"That bad?" he asked.
"Yeah, which case?" she asked and he looked at the file.
"The smuggling ring in Solvakia, I'm heading over there after I get the fridge, breaking it all apart," he said as he picked a beer out of the mini fridge and smirked as an idea hit him in the head for how to get Raven to hate the bathroom as much as him. He'd have to work on it tonight while she was sound asleep.
"Mmm, whatever your planning you can stop Jason," she said as she got up for her whistling kettle.
"What? What makes you think I'm planning something?" he asked.
"Empath and you got that devious 'I'm about to commit every sin possible' look in your eyes, so stop," she warned. He smiled.
"I'm planning nothing, little bird," he promised.
"I'll believe that when I believe you'll take up the cloth and be a Catholic priest," she said as she sat down with him.
"Never know, love," he shrugged. "Anything is possible."
"You'd last an hour tops before you got bored and found trouble."
"Why do you always say that I'll find trouble? Trouble just usually follows me, I think it has my GPS coordinates on hand," he defended.
"I could believe that," she smiled and he set the beer on the island counter. "Are you going to miss me, little bird?" he murmured.
"Depends, Red, will I get my kitchen back if I say yes?" she asked.
"I don't know, will you mean it?" he smiled.
"Maybe a little," she smiled slightly as he leaned over her.
"A little?" he murmured as he kissed her, and he kissed her hard as he pulled her hips close as her legs wrapped around his hips. Her arms wrapped around him, tea forgotten on the counter as he kissed that dark flavor which was uniquely Raven. Her powers moved her tea and his beer to the coffee table and he tugged on her shirt. She gasped when he kissed her again and shoved the sports bra aside.
He felt as her teeth tug his lower lip.
"Maybe a lot," she amended in a whisper as he pulled away.
"Good," he smiled and continued discarding her clothes.
It was after they finally made it to the bedroom and Raven was exhausted into sleep that he slipped out of their bed and picked up a wrench as he tiptoed to the bathroom and checked on Raven again. She didn't move, he slipped into the shower then and quietly broke the showerhead.
Drip.
He smirked and slipped out to discard the evidence and put his wrench away.
Drip.
Oh this was going to drive her nuts while he was gone! Biting his lip he picked up their clothes; or what remained and dumbed them in a pile in the corner of their room for later assessment in the morning before slipping into bed beside her and kissing her temple.
Raven muttered something as she buried her face in her pillow and he wondered how it was he'd managed to get her. He pulled her close as he curled around her and thanked whatever deity there was for giving him a break with Raven.
Drip.
Okay, so maybe breaking his shower wasn't the wisest of moves, he was more easily irritated than Raven after all.
"You're fixing the shower before you go," she muttered sleepily.
"The shower's fine," he countered.
"Nice try, Jay, no sex until the shower's fixed," she yawned and rolled into his chest.
"That's cheating," he grumbled.
"You broke it, you fix it," was the sleepy argument.
Drip.
Fine, he'd fix the fucking shower. He'd just have to figure out how to get around her to tear apart that God aweful bathroom!
Drip.
"Jason," she breathed.
"Hm," he hummed.
"Fix it now or I'm sleeping on the couch."
He groaned as he got out of bed to get the discarded evidence.
"I will get rid of this bathroom," he called to her.
"Sure," she agreed.
"I'm serious Raven," he informed her as he dropped the wrench on his nightstand.
"Jason, I love you, but you're not gutting the only bathroom in this apartment and leaving," she yawned and he pulled her onto his chest.
"We'll see, honey, we'll see," he warned.
"Go to sleep," she ordered as she burrowed into his chest and he sighed.
Drip.
"Jason?" the irritated growl warned him that there was a coming war.
"I fixed the damn shower!"
Drip.
"Then what's dripping?" she asked sitting up and padding into the bathroom naked, he just lay there marveling at the sight.
"Did you sabotage the sink too?" she poked her messy head out of the door then.
"Nope," he honestly admitted.
"It's dripping Jason," she sighed.
"So… I can gut this bathroom, right?" he asked.
"NO!" she hissed as she did something and reappeared to crawl into their bed.
Drip.
"We'll discuss it when you get back," she muttered and a pillow was dragged over her head. He grinned in triumph before he pulled her back into him and curled up around her. Raven tucked her cold feet under his leg, he hissed as he tightened his arms on her.
"You're maddening, Jason," she whispered in her sleep.
"But you love me anyway," he murmured awake as he just listened to the faucet drip and watched her sleep. He woke to a buzz on the intercom of his apartment. And groaned as he got up to get his fridge.
That's all for now folks.
Enjoy Calm in the Storm.
