Seth woke up next morning to the scent of coffee and something being cooked reaching the bedroom from the kitchen. He opened his eyes and of course didn't find Petra there. He looked around to see her clothes was missing.
He smiled as he grabbed a fresh pair of briefs from the closet. He put them on and went to search for her. As expected he found her in the kitchen. She was making pancakes. He stepped up behind her, placed his hands on her hips and leaned down to place a kiss on her shoulder.
"You know, I prefer you naked but this very much will do as well," he said.
"Sit down, clown," she chuckled.
"Oh, I'm a clown now? I don't recall you calling me a clown last night. Didn't you call me master between orgasm 5 and 6?" He asked.
"I said no such thing," she laughed.
She turned around to look at him. He was grinning at her. She hadn't called him master but he liked that he could make her laugh by saying silly things like that.
"Okay, so you didn't call me that but I did make you cum 7 times," he winked.
"Because we had sex 4 times," she said.
"Want another round?" He asked.
"Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't be able to. I feel like I'm on fire between my legs today," she said.
"I take pride in that," he smirked.
He sat down and watched as she picked up the plate of finished pancakes and placed it on the table.
"I do feel like I failed the last time though. The first three times I made you cum twice. I only made you cum once the final time. I need a do-over," he said.
"You've officially dried out my lake," she said.
"For today," he smirked. "There's always next time."
"Who says there will be a next time?" She asked.
She sat down across from him and twisted a sideways smile. The perfect woman was sitting right there, but despite what had happened the night before, it still felt like she was miles away.
"Do you wanna hang out one of these days?" He asked.
"Hang out?" She asked.
"Yeah, you know. Get some food and do some stuff. Hang out. I'd ask you on a date but I know you'll decline if I use that word, so let's hang out. We're friends. Friends hang out," he said.
"You fucked my brains out last night," she reminded him.
"Friends with benefits," he smirked. "Or we can label it any way you want. Give me a word."
"Clown," she said.
"Another word," he laughed.
She grabbed a pancake and took a bite.
"Okay, the silent treatment," he smirked. "You'll talk eventually."
"You're a fucking weird one," she said.
"It takes one to know one," he said.
He grabbed a pancake, took a bite and sighed happily.
"And you fucking cook too," he said. "What don't you do?"
"Relationships," she shrugged. "There's not really a point when..."
She mumbled something and turned her attention back to the pancake. He stopped eating and just stared at her.
"When what?" He asked.
"It's stupid," she said.
"Not to me," he said.
"When Dean's always there, lurking around in the shadows. One way or another, he always finds a way to ruin my relationships. It's not fair to anyone to get involved with me when I'm gonna leave them because of him," she said.
"He's always had such a hold over you. Both me and Roman could see it. I wish I knew what's going on inside that head of yours. I can't understand why you keep being in love with a man who treats you like dirt," he said.
She sighed and put the pancake back down.
"I'm not. Not anymore. I used to be but it passed years ago," she said.
"What is it then?" He asked.
"He's all I got. The one person that stayed around for more than a year. My entire childhood I was passed around between foster homes. No one ever stayed. Dean was the first person who stayed and wanted me around. I thought I was in love. It took a while to see he was just using me, but I allowed him to continue. Because he was always there. He's my best friend. My only friend. I need him so fucking bad, and now he's gone. I'm losing my friend, and it fucking hurts," she said.
He got up from his seat, walked around the table, squatted down, and pulled her in for a hug. She cried down on his shoulder while he stroked her back.
"He's a shitty friend," he said.
"He's all I have," she said.
"That's not true," he said.
He placed his hands on her cheeks and tried drying her tears away with his thumbs.
"You have me and Roman," he said.
"Please," she rolled her eyes. "You just want sex."
"If that was the case, I would have let you leave last night," he said. "You have me, Petra. You understand that, right? You have me."
She nodded. He leaned in and placed a kiss on her forehead before moving back to his seat.
"Do you still want to hang out?" She asked.
"Name the day and I'll clear my schedule," he said.
"Wednesday?" She asked.
"I'm all yours Wednesday," he smiled. "Do you like Chinese? I bought a cookbook the other day and maybe we can look through it together and find something to try and cook."
She looked puzzled for a second. Apparently no man had ever offered to cook with her before. He doubted anyone had ever cooked for her either. All she knew was Dean. Dean was the type to demand she cooked for him.
"That actually sounds like fun," she said.
"Great," he said. "It's a date. A friend date. Whatever you wanna call it."
"Clown," she chuckled.