(Riley's POV)
Well, she'd discovered a new snack. She would core granny smith apples, and then mix heated up peanut butter with nutella. She had made a habit of sneaking down around midnight to make it, having to work her way out of James' arms,(being just so careful as to not wake him) and then down the hall. After this had been done, she had to creep down the stairs making sure they didn't creak.
She slowly opened the microwave door and grabbed the small bowl of nutella and peanut butter out. After mixing it with a fork, she dipped the apples into it. She did this for about two minutes before noticing the can of dispensable cream cheese frosting. The seventeen year old redhead smiled so hard it hurt as she reached out for the can.
She felt arms slip around her waist and let out a squeak.
"Jamesy! Baby, don't do that! You really…" he cut her off, lips gently brushing against her neck, "Why do you have a can of frosting in your hand? You know that's not good for her," he murmurs, hands dropping to rub her swollen stomach. She grinned and pulled away, turning to face him.
"Hope…" I paused to start giggling, "She wanted it." James just pulled her closer, backing her up til she was up against the wall.
"Yeah, right…" he whispered gently, kissing her again. She moaned softly as she felt James begin to softly suck on her lower lip. She moaned and leaned up into him, willing him to kiss her harder, perhaps allow the slip that would make her lip start bleeding. But of course he doesn't, stopping to breathe, nuzzling her and holding her.
"You're not mad, are you? Honey I can't control it…." she explained, batting her eyelashes and putting a finger to her lip in that seductive pose she knows James can never resist. She smiled when he just picked her up and carried me upstairs. In the darkness of the bedroom, she smiled when she heard the door slam behind him. As she was set on the bed and James crawled on top of her, she grinned.
"I thought you wanted to get some sleep? Come on….not fair…" she mumbles into his chest. James laughs, his lips starting at her forehead before traveling down her body to her stomach. She giggled as his hands moved toward her hips with no hesitation whatsoever.
"Nah…love, you need to learn a lesson from that. Eating frosting at midnight is not healthy. And, to make sure you learn it, I'm gonna make sure you don't get any sleep tonight." Realizing what he meant by that, and how the grip on her hips had changed, Riley just smiled knowingly and surrendered.
