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ALEX POV

I stretched languidly under the comfortable covers, staring at the ceiling. I didn't feel like getting up, and I certainly didn't want to face Mitchie. I dared a peek out of the corner of my eyes, seeing no sleeping form beside me. Letting out a sigh of relief, I disentangled myself from the bed and slumped over to the bathroom.

Everything was… shiny? It looked like someone had cleaned it recently… The porcelain sink was glistening as I wetted my toothbrush under the spray of the water. I decided to debunk the thoughts of how weirdly clean our bathroom was, I mean it was usually mediocre at best.

I changed into something more comfortable, I wasn't going to be doing anything. As I traveled through the house I noticed how everything was neat. All my CD's were in alphabetical order, my clothes were picked up off the floor and separated into baskets by color, and my bed was made.

Peeking into the loft, I saw that it was vacuumed to perfection, as was the rest of the house, and it also looked like the carpets had been steamed. The tasseled pillows were fluffed and propped up against the couch unceremoniously. The paintings had all been dusted, the windows windexed, the floors mopped.

I had a sneaking suspicion that Mitchie was the cause of this 'Home Makeover'. Either that or she hired a maid. I stepped cautiously down the stairs, feeling the wet carpet slosh beneath my bare feet. Ewww.

I peered into the kitchen to see the object of my affection with her head resting in a bowl, asleep. Lovely. I giggled at her cuteness and tapped on her shoulder, startling her. Her head popped up and she held her hands out in front of her, trying to gain her bearings.

She had mix all over her face and my shoulders were silently shaking with laughter. She was smiling brightly at me, but then stopped when she realized I was holding in a laugh. She looked confused for a second and then crossed her eyes, trying to look at her face.

She noticed the barrier she wore and pouted. I burst out in laughter, gripping the counter as I keeled over. She pouted some more and huffed, crossing her toned arms and turning her back to me. I tried to contain my laughter, failing. When I thought I had settled enough to talk, I tapped Mitchie on the shoulder.

She turned around reluctantly and she had some lines on her face from licking off the mix. I erupted in giggles again, and her expression changed into a frown. "I'm… sorry… Mitchie… it's just… oh god… you look like… Obama!" I got out between laughs. I coughed, trying to regain composure.

She looked at me, her expression unamused. I scooped her up in a hug, avoiding the batter on her face. She let her crossed arms drop limply to the side before gently putting them around me. I sighed contentedly, burying my nose into her neck. Her scent was overwhelming and I bit my lip to keep myself from attacking her.

"I just wanted to make you some pancakes." She muttered, rubbing circles on my skin underneath my shirt. I shivered at the feeling and gripped her waist tighter. "Um, Mitchie… That's brownie mix…" I giggled. I pulled back from the embrace and her face looked confused.

"No its not-" She was cut off by my finger swiping the mix off her face and into her mouth. "Oh." Her lips formed a pout again. I got a washcloth and submerged it in water, walking back to Mitchie. I carefully moved the cloth over her face, her eyes watching me intently and swirling with unbridled lust. The rag fell forgotten, onto the counter.

I bit my lip and leaned in, hovering over her mouth. Mitchie's eyelids fluttered closed against her cheek as I blew cool breath over the skin. "You did all this for me?" I whispered, pressing her against the counter with my hands on either side of her body.

Her only response was a weak nod. "I forgive you." I admitted and a small smile graced her features. I gripped the counter tighter as I connected our lips. It started off slow, but that didn't last long. I melted into the kiss and she gripped my ass, moaning and pulling me closer.

I buried my fingers into her hair and slipped my tongue into her willing mouth. I was awarded with another moan as she moved her thigh between my legs. My senses were overloaded and I couldn't think straight. I whimpered when she started moving me up and down on her thigh.

I quickly detached myself from her and pushed off the counter. "But that doesn't mean I'm not mad at you. No sex for a week." I smirked at her shocked form. "But baby!" She whined, snapping out of her trance and running after me.

"You've already had enough to last for the week, haven't you?" I glared, my eyes narrowing as I challenged her. She pouted and stomped her feet all the way up the stairs. Hell yeah muthafuckaaa.

Wait a second…. What did I just do?

~.*.~

My eyes became unglued from the T.V. as Mitchie walked down the stairs.

"I wanna go to the mall." She whined, hastily unwrapping a straw and shoving it into a purple juice box. I eyed her suspiciously. "No." I huffed crossing my arms over my chest stubbornly. She glared at me, her chocolate eyes burning with frustration.

"I am the woman in this relationship and we do what I want." She smirked, pleased with herself as she sipped on the juice box. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the back of the leather couch and stared at her with my eyebrow raised. "I am the man in this relationship so go make me a sandwich." I grinned at her.

"Ugh!" She threw her hands up in frustration and yanked the refrigerator open, then started pulling out condiments. She started grumbling to herself as she spread mustard haphazardly on a piece of bread. "What was that?" I asked, breaking the silence. Her head snapped up at my words. "Nothing…" She shook her head as if she was reassuring herself of something.

"Are you mad?" I teased her, propping my head up on my clasped hands. "No… Just ugh!" The knife clattered harshly against the marble as she pushed herself away from the counter. She was pinching the bridge of her nose and her eyes were closed tightly, she was gasping for air.

I scrambled from my position on the couch and ran over to her, almost tripping. She had tears sliding down her cheeks and it broke my heart. I gripped her face in my hands and wiped them away with the pads of my thumbs. I held her in my arms and she buried her face into my neck. She was still sniffling and struggling to breathe.

I put one hand on her neck, rubbing soothing circles there and one on her back, copying the motions. "Shhh… it's okay baby…" I whispered soothingly. I picked her up and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I carried her up the stairs slowly, comforting her with words.

I kicked the door open to my unusually clean room and laid her gently on the bed. Her stare locked on me. "I j-just w-wanted to make you h-happy." She sniffled. "I-I'm s-sorry." She finished, pulling the covers up to her chin and turning over, dismissing eye contact.

I sat down next to her and put my hand on her shoulder, making her look at me. "Hey, I said I forgive you. Everyone deserves a second chance, right?" I whispered, staring into her tear-filled eyes. She gave me a watery smile. "Do I get a third and fourth chance too?" She asked cutely, tilting her head to the side. "Don't push it." I said seriously.

A/N: Yeah I know its short… deal with it! Lol jk… sorry… Thank you 4 reading! Please review or ill keel u with an AK 47… JUST KIDDING :D