Late-Night Snacks
'What are you doing?'
Eric jumped back from rummaging through the fridge and spun around. He had the expression of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar and Taylor nearly laughed.
'Well?' she prompted when Eric stayed quiet.
Eric shifted nervously and Taylor crossed her arms. Eric gulped at the image she presented. He hadn't exactly considered putting on clothes when he started his hunt and neither had she.
'I..'
'You?' Taylor smirked, enjoying the view of Eric standing butt naked in her kitchen, illuminated only by the open fridge behind him.
'I was looking for a snack,' Eric answered, managing to finally form a sentence.
'Then why are you looking in the fridge?' Taylor asked, sauntering over to him and opening the freezer compartment above the fridge. 'Sane people keep their ice cream in the freezer for emergencies.'
It took Eric a moment to catch up and by that time Taylor was already pulling two spoons from the drawer. He hesitated only a moment when she hopped onto one of the barstools at the breakfast bar and quickly joined her. Taylor offered him a spoon and opened the tub of ice cream when he accepted it.
They dug in and Taylor offered Eric a secret little smile as she put a spoonful in her mouth.
'If Wes ever finds out about this…' Eric started.
'As wonderful of a mental image that paints, this is our little secret,' Taylor nodded.
Eric leaned over and kissed her. Taylor allowed the kiss linger, but when Eric tried to deepen it, she pushed him away.
'Nahah. You are not melting my ice cream,' Taylor pointed her spoon at him.
'What about when it's back in the freezer?' Eric eyed her.
'I might be open to suggestions, but that kind of late-night snack you didn't need to look for in the fridge, so ice cream first.'
'True,' Eric laughed and dug another spoon full from the container between them.
Taylor grinned at him and followed his example. Who'd've ever thought that their explosive tempers would actually make for a sappy, functional couple?