17.
Apron
It's only their second morning together, and they've both chosen to spend the night in his apartment because of the same reasons. He wants to finally have her in his apartment, his bed and she just wanted to finally feel his, between his sheets, finally live the whole Specter experience.
She rustles the sheets, looking for his skin when she hears the noise outside of the bedroom and realizes he's already woken up, probably making them coffee.
She wears a shirt of his and pads to the door, looking for him when she captures his form from behind. He's facing the stove, probably making some toasts but that's not what captures her attention. It's him, only in his boxers and an apron, and she distantly wonders what clothes he is afraid of staining, wearing only that. He's an idiot, that's the only answer. She makes her way to him.
She palms his ass when she reaches him, laying her cheek against his shoulder blades.
"Cute butt"
"Thank you. I'd like to say ditto but I don't think cute is the right word."
She chuckles as he turns around, kissing her affectionately.
"Good morning babe," he mumbles the words against her lips, a stupid grin covering his face.
"Good morning, honey" she grabs his butt at the word, giving him a knowing look at his use of the pet name.
"Someone's growing fond of my ass"
"Ugh, I just love the tight muscles and the cute little shape" she squeezes him between words and he chuckles, obviously liking it.
"Oh you do? Is that why you kept patting it anytime you get the chance at work?"
"Hmm, maybe?" she feigns innocence and he smiles wide at her demeanor, starts walking her backwards until her back hits the counter.
"Well I kept looking at yours, so I'll consider us even," he begins stroking her bottom cheeks and she sighs contently. He turns her around, and falling on his knees, he perks his shirt up until her perfect round globes meet his face, and he starts leaving kisses all around the surface.
" I know you did," she breathes out as he slides her panties down, and diving back in.
