Hehe not really have much to say up here. Hmm... i've decided i'm not going to end this on 31 chapters, oh no! Mwuhaha i'm going to make it longer !! (That's a good thing by the way)
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Café et fraises
Chapter Thirteen
First time all over again
Pete's kitchen was filled with the smell of melting chocolate. Lucy and Libby stood over his stove, mixing spoons (which had still been in their plastic wrapping; that showed how much Pete cooked) in their hands. A bowl full of fresh strawberries was sat beside them. Every now and then a hand would reach out to grab one, smear it in chocolate and pop it in their mouth.
'This is going to be so fun!' beamed Libby, stirring the chocolate with her spoon. 'I love girlie nights in.'
'What movie did you buy?' Luce asked, taking another strawberry and popping it in her mouth.
'The Devil wears Prada. I hope it's good.' Suddenly, she clapped her hand to her mouth. 'No!'
'What?' Lucy frowned, grabbing Libby's spoon before it clattered to the floor.
'We've forgot the cream! We can't have melted chocolate and strawberries without the cream!'
'Libs, it's fine.'
'No, it's not!' the shorter woman replied, looking like she was about to hyperventilate. 'I'll have to go and get some. Stay here and look after the chocolate and don't eat too much!' She rushed through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and handbag, before throwing open the door and colliding with Bovver.
'Watch it,' he said with a small smile as the girl hurried past him and down the staircase.
'I won't be long!' she called back at them. Bovver shook his head in slight amusement, before stepping into the flat; it smelt nice.
'Luce?' he called, kicking the door shut behind him.
'In 'ere,' she replied. Bov moved into the kitchen area, wrapping his hands around her waist and kissing her neck.
'What you making?' he asked, picking up Libby's spoon and stirring the chocolate.
'Me and Libs are having a girlie night in and she forgot the cream.'
'Whipped?' he smirked.
'I presume.' He scooped some onto the spoon, putting it to Lucy's mouth. Then, he spun her around and kissed her on her chocolately lips. Lucy put her hands on his shoulders as he tongue ran along her bottom lip. They moved away from the stove, knocking Bov into the table, their lips still battling.
'The chocolate,' she gasped, pulling away and turning back to turn the stove off.
'Come back,' he complained and she chucked herself back at him, hands tugging his hair. He moved so she was sat on the table, his fingers moving to undo Lucy's blouse, exposing the long scar. He realized what it was from as he brushed this thumb over the pale line.
'Can't be long,' she panted, undoing the buttons of her jeans and throwing all caution to the wind.
'Won't be,' he winked, pulling his hoody over his head and chucking it on the floor. The last time they were like this together was when she was nineteen, but there was no stopping them now. They undressed easily; both turned on too much to stop what they were doing.
The chocolate bowl looked too good to leave out.
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Libby raced down the aisle, getting a few dark looks from the security guard as she skidded to a stop beside a chilled shelf. Her eyes scanned the items, before she grabbed three different whipped cream cans. Her brow creased into a frown as she looked at one label from another. Which was the best to get? She bit her bottom lip before going for the most expensive. It was about quality, right?
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Bovver smiled into the kiss, his hands holding her bare waist gently.
'I love you. You know that, right?' murmured Lucy as his lips moved to her jaw.
'I love you as well,' he replied, as she lay back on the table. Popping a strawberry into her mouth, she glanced at him as his fingers traced the birthmark on her side.
'It's like a coffee stain,' he mused, a smile on his lips.
'Café et fraises,' Lucy laughed, sitting up to cup his face.
'What's that mean?' he frowned as she dipped another strawberry in the chocolate.
'Coffee and strawberries,' she replied, pushing the strawberry between his lips and leaning forward to kiss him hard. He slid between her legs and she wrapped them around his waist, lips attacked each other. He tangled his hand in her blonde hair, stifling a groan. Libby's spoon clattered to the floor.
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Libby rushed into the flat, her face falling instantly as she gazed around. The chocolate bowl was empty, the strawberries eaten, chocolate smeared on the table top, the spoons on the floor and clothes scattered in random places. It was an amazement that they had even remembered to turn the stove off.
She put the cream aside and tugged off her jacket. Moving through the flat to the bedroom, she pushed it open. Bovver looked back at her, Lucy in her arms.
'I hope you're bloody well proud of yourself,' she hissed, eyes narrowed. 'That chocolate was for our girlie night and you just couldn't keep your snake in your trousers, could you?' She looked at Lucy. 'I thought you wanted to have a night in!' she wailed.
'I did- I do! I'm sorry,' the blonde said, feeling bad.
'You used all the chocolate and ate all the strawberries!'
'I really am sorry-'
'I'm going out,' she said in a dejected tone, shutting the bedroom door on them.
'She'll get over it,' offered Bov.
'I still feel bad.' Bov rolled on his side so he was facing her, placing a kiss on her lips.
'She'll be okay. You can have another one.'
'Don't distract me next time,' she laughed in reply, running a hand through his hair.
'I'll try not to,' he murmured, catching her lips in his. She still tasted like chocolate and strawberries.
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