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"..." : speech
Italic : thought
Chapter 10.
Waking up to the smell of bacon is the best way to start the day. Well, I could think of a few other ways, but still... It was heavenly.
Slowly drifting towards consciousness I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and yawned widely. I willed myself to lose all the negativity of my nightly thoughts, quickly brushed my teeth and threw on a pair of sweatpants to follow that delicious smell coming from the kitchen.
Leaning against the doorway I took my time to take in the mouth-watering sight of Sasuke, naked underneath my black apron that was way too big for him, skilfully cooking up a breakfast for two. I couldn't help but stare at his little round ass, so beautifully displayed underneath the messy knot that kept the apron in place, one loose hanging strand of fabric stroking his porcelain skin with every movement he made. I almost felt jealous.
When he turned his head around and flashed me that award-winning smile, I felt the last bit of depression in my heart melt like snow.
"You aren't supposed to be up yet, Itachi!"
I chuckled and folded my arms in front of my naked chest. I met his pout for a few seconds and let my eyes drift downwards again to obviously stare at his ass some more.
"Oh? Why not?"
"Because I'm making you breakfast in bed. So get out of here."
His attempt to sound stern was failing miserably, even with his added 'go away' gesture with the cooking utensils he was holding. I smirked at him and gave him a little wink.
"Sure, I'll go back. Just let me enjoy the view for a few more minutes."
He pretended to be angry, but I caught the cheeky grin just before he turned back to the stove.
"You're such a pervert!"
"Says the one cooking naked..."
I took a few steps towards him and pretended to be very interested in what was on the stove.
"So what are you making?"
Resting my chin on his bare shoulder to take a peek inside the pots seemed like a perfect excuse to get close enough to let my fingers 'accidently' brush over the soft skin of his ass. So I did.
With a soft giggle he turned around and pushed me away, a mischievous glint in his onyx eyes.
"Go back to bed, Itachi."
But I refused, burying my nose in his neck and sliding my hands up over his thighs, hips and waist.
"I can't help myself, you look so good... Can't I have you for breakfast?"
I could feel him giving in, leaning into my touch and closing his eyes, while that cute flush coloured his cheeks a completely edible shade of red. I let my nose slide up his neck, inhaling more of his sweet scent and nipping on his delicious skin here and there. When I came across that certain spot behind his ear, I put in some extra effort with every intention to make him moan like he had done just a few hours ago.
It was all going my way, until a particularly loud sizzle from the stove broke the moment and Sasuke turned around, all his attention back on his food, earning a disappointed sigh from me.
He looked back at me briefly, with an apologetic grin on his luscious lips.
"Just let me do this right, Itachi. I promise I'll come bring you breakfast in a few minutes. Maybe even with a dessert if you're good."
I smirked at the obvious hint and tugged lightly on the strand of fabric that had me so jealous a few moments ago.
"Yeah? And will you still be wearing this then?"
"I'll think about it, if you plant your hot body back into bed right now. I can't concentrate with you standing there half-naked."
In a last attempt of getting some pre-breakfast loving, I wrapped my arms around him and growled in his ear.
"Hmmm baby, saying shit like that isn't helping at all..."
Sasuke turned around abruptly, his beautiful dark eyes suddenly flashing with anger and frustration.
"NOW!"
Immediately I let him go and threw my hands up in the air in a surrendering motion. I suppressed my smirk and slowly stepped backwards out of the kitchen.
"Okay okay, I'm sorry."
Back in the bedroom I gave the persistent smile free reign over my lips and tossed my sweatpants in a corner before getting under the sheets.
God, he is so gorgeous when he is angry...
After a few minutes Sasuke walked inside the bedroom, carrying a tray full of food and fresh orange juice and thankfully still wearing that apron that hung loosely around his sexy frame.
His eyes showed no sign of his earlier annoyance and he set the tray on the bedside table before sitting down next to me and rubbing his hands together in an almost nervous gesture. When he finally looked me in the eyes, I saw a hint of sadness and regret in his own dark orbs.
I leaned forward and lightly caressed his face, feeling a little worried that something was wrong.
"Are you okay?"
He let his gaze drop down to his hands again when he softly began to speak.
"I'm really sorry that I yelled at you. I swear I didn't mean to, but..."
He paused for a second to breathe in and out deeply. Somehow I sensed he wanted to continue without interruptions, so I kept my mouth shut, even though I wanted to reassure him right away there was no need at all to feel bad about it.
"You know, all this..."
He gestured between the two of us, without taking his eyes off of his fidgeting fingers.
"It's just so perfect and I really wanted... I wanted to do something special for you. So I decided to make you the best breakfast ever."
My heart jumped a bit at his sweet words and I suppressed the urge to pull him against me, instead opting for lacing my fingers through his slender ones.
"And then you walked in half-naked, looking all sexy and manly and acting all horny, I really... I was so distracted and I guess I was just mad at myself for not even being able to focus on doing something so simple for you. And I took it out on you..."
With those last words, he lifted his face back up at me and I could swear I saw the slightest hint of a tear welling up in his eyes.
"So I'm really sorry!"
I smiled at him and finally pulled him into my arms for a loving kiss. I revelled in his minty taste but kept the kiss free from any trace of lust, even though I could already feel the familiar heat building up inside. Running my hands through his dark hair and tracing my thumbs over his jaw and cheeks, I made sure every movement was soft and sweet.
My heart raced and my stomach clenched when I felt his warm lips moving so perfectly in sync with my own, dancing on an inaudible tune. I was so touched by his words and I needed to let him know how I felt.
"Sasuke..."
I whispered against his ear, feeling a little triumphant when I felt him shiver as my warm breath caressed his sensitive skin.
"You have nothing to be sorry for. If anything, I should apologize to you, for not listening to you."
He looked at me intently, slowly allowing the sadness in his eyes to be replaced with their usual playful gleam.
"So you're not throwing me out?"
My mocked open-mouthed shock made him giggle and he lightly kissed me again, before straddling me and resting his head against my shoulder.
I wrapped an arm around his tiny waist and played with his hair with my other hand. It felt so good to hold him like that.
"So you think I'm sexy and manly, huh?"
Another adorable giggle vibrated against my chest as he ran his slender fingers over my arm.
"Well yeah, I thought that was kind of obvious."
Even though his words had put pretty much all the doubts of my restless night to shame, I was still intent to find out how he really felt.
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I would say you have a little crush on me..."
He sat back up and let a few strands of my long hair glide through the palms of his hands and looked at me with those fiery eyes that I recognized from the passionate night before. Slowly licking his full lips as if he was contemplating on his next words, he cutely cocked his head to the side and showed off that enticing little smile.
"You know, I would say you could be right. After all, you are the hottest and sweetest man I have ever met!"
"Yeah?"
"Hell yeah..."
I leaned in for another kiss, a lot less dedicated to keep it chaste this time. Sasuke hungrily met my mouth and moaned softly when I ran my tongue over his lips, begging for entrance. It was quickly granted and I ravished his hot little cavern with all the passion I felt burning in my chest. Tasting him was like heaven and I couldn't get enough of it.
I wrapped my hand around his head and pulled him even closer against me, making him whimper with need at the full body contact. His hands were almost desperately roaming my chest and shoulders, pulling and clawing on my muscles. Aching for more I lowered my fingers down to his ass, squeezing the plush mounts of flesh that fitted so perfectly in my hands. With a frustrated groan he broke the kiss to catch his breath and hooked his arms around my neck.
"Even though I really want to continue this, your breakfast is getting cold."
I looked over at the still steaming plates and bowls of food and grinned.
"You're right, and I'm very much in the mood for something hot, so let's eat."
I reached out for the tray and set it down on the bed beside us. Suddenly a hot shiver ran all the way down to my groin as I felt his full lips moving against my ear when he whispered;
"Don't worry about your dessert though. That will always be hot for you..."
To be Continued...