Breakfast

I woke up to find Dexter asleep next to me on a bed that I had never been in before. I looked around to see a bedroom that wasn't mine. My head pounded in my skull and I fell back against the pillows. Dexter probably brought me back to his place, there's no need to panic. I said to myself. I was under the covers and they were very comfortable. I looked over to Dexter to find that he was on top of the covers which was very nice of him I suppose.

He shifted and smiled as he opened his eyes. I do not know anyone who is happy to stop sleeping but apparently he was. He looked at me and his smile grew wider. "Good morning love, how are you?" He asked after a yawn. He sat up and I realised that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He had abs, really good, chiselled abs. I closed my eyes to stop myself from leaning over and touching them. He laughed at me and got up. I opened my eyes again to find that he was wearing black sweat pants.

"I'll go and start breakfast, what would you like to eat?" he asked and I thought about what kind of food would be good for a hangover. I couldn't think of any. "Whatever is fine." I said. I went to get up and realised that I was wearing a really large, baggy long sleeved top that smelt of Dexter. It went all the way down to my mid-thigh. I looked up at him and asked "When did I get changed?" He laughed and went over to his cupboard and pulled out the box of my clothing.

"You don't remember?" I shook my head. "You fell asleep in the car on the way home and I forgot where your house was so I brought you back here. You walked up here, half asleep, leaning on my shoulder and said 'I can't sleep in this dress, give me a top,' so I did and you put it on and fell asleep straight away. I pulled the blanket over you, but decided to sleep in here because my couch is really uncomfortable to sleep on."

He walked out of the room and I laid there for a few more minutes. There was no use being embarrassed about it I guess. It happened and I couldn't help it. I got up and walked down the hall and found the bathroom. I looked in his cupboard and found some toothpaste but no spare tooth brush. I shrugged and put some toothpaste on my finger and cleaned my teeth.

I went out to the kitchen and saw that Dex was making bacon and eggs on toast. I smiled and sat down on one of the bar stools near the island. I took one of the two glasses of orange juice that were poured and ready to go and took a sip. It was delicious; I had always loved orange juice especially with breakfast. "Do you need any help?" I asked and he turned around to see me sitting there still in his top and grinned.

"Nope, I'm good; you just sit there and enjoy the view." I laughed and did as he said as he turned back to the food. I looked at his back and his muscles moving under his skin as he worked. It was mesmerising. It made me want to get up and kiss his back, which was strange because I had never even been kissed before. I was a virgin in every single way possible and in my eighteen years of living I had never even really cared about it. But now I did. I wanted the confidence experience brought to a situation like this. I would be able to kiss him on the mouth and actually know what to do.

I heard my phone ring in his bedroom and walked up the hall to answer it. I found it in my bag, which was sitting next to the door and saw that it was Tanith. She was going to be pissed that I didn't come home last night. She and Ghastly had taken me in after my parents… and she didn't appreciate not knowing where I was. I answered the phone. "Hello?" There was silence on the other line for a moment. "Grace, it's me, Tanith. Why didn't you come home last night?" the tone of her voice was chilled and happy. I thanked whatever gods that existed that I wasn't in trouble.

"I just stayed over at a friend's place. Sorry I didn't call we went to a party and when we got home I was a bit too drunk to drive back so I stayed over. We basically passed out the moment we got home." It wasn't a complete lie and I was really glad that I had lent Ben my care for the weekend or she wouldn't have believed me. "Okay, well next time tell me beforehand. Ghastly and I were really worried. I'll see you tonight for dinner?" I agreed and hung up the phone.

Dexter called out to say that the food was ready and I walked back out to the kitchen to see that it was in deed. He had made enough to feed an army but I didn't call him out on it because I was starving. We sat at the kitchen counter, as Dexter didn't own a table and chairs and enjoyed our feast in silence. It was delicious. "You're a good cook." I said and smiled up at him. He laughed as he saw me, reaching over to wipe off some food from my chin.

I blushed and ducked my head after he pulled away, rubbing my hand over my face in frustration. Why did I always have to embarrass myself in front of him? First I got drunk and now I was eating like a pig, what was wrong with me? I ate considerably less after that, taking great care not to get any more all over my face. When we were done, we washed up all the dished and put the leftovers in the fridge. I realised that I still had bed hair as I ran my hand through it and found it to be sticking out at all angles. I blushed and turned towards Dexter.

He was sitting on the couch looking at me. 'Can I use the shower?" I asked and he nodded and got up to get me a towel. I went into his room, grabbed my clothes from out of the box and went into the bathroom. He handed me the towel in the doorway and then shut the door.

I was alone now and I stripped of his top, folding it up and putting it on the counter next to my other clothing. I opened the shower door and got inside. I turned the taps on, hot first then cold. I washed my hair and my body, and then stood under the water for a good ten minutes. He was going to think I was crazy, taking so long in here. I got out and used the towel he gave me to dry myself. I put on my dress, but pushed the shoulders down to my waist, rolling up the top half. I then put on his shirt again and tucked it into my dress so that it looked decent.

I looked in the mirror to see his long sleeved grey top hanging off of me and my dress, with what looked like a weird belt of sorts around the waist. The dress flowed down to my feet and swung around as I moved. If I spun around the dress would fly everywhere and I loved it to pieces. I put my hair up into a messy bun, using the knots as twists to disguise them and then I used the tooth paste again to brush my teeth with my finger and found some of his deodorant in the cupboard, spraying it so I didn't smell bad. I liked the smell of it though which was good, it would remind me of him all day.

I went back out into the lounge room and saw that Dexter was lying on the couch but sat up as he saw me. I blushed as he stared and looked down at my feet. I turned around and went into the kitchen, getting a glass of water to wash out the taste of tooth paste. He followed me in and leaned against the counter as he watched me. I did the same as I had my drink, wondering why he was staring at me. "You know, I rather like seeing you in my clothing." He said his voice deeper than usual.

I looked up from my glass to see that he had stepped forward. I put the glass down next to me on the counter and fiddled with my hands, knowing that he wanted to kiss me but not knowing what to do about it. He stepped closer again and I looked up finding his face nearly directly in front of mine. I leaned back a little bit and he leaned forward. I put my hand on his chest and pushed him back. He obliged and stepped back, looking at me curiously but saying nothing. "I… I don't…." I started but had no idea how to end the sentence. I wanted to kiss him, but I didn't know how. Should I tell him that I had never been kissed? But what if he saw through that and found out my age too. God this was an awkward situation. But he beat me to it.

"You're acting as if you've never been kissed." He said and I nodded. His eyes widened and I slumped against the counter, kind of ashamed at my inexperience. "Hey, it's nothing to be ashamed of Legacy, lots of people wait for these kinds of things. Do you want to wait?" He said and touched my chin, bringing it up to face him. I saw in his eyes that he was willing to wait for me but then realisation hit and he asked 'Are you a virgin?"

I nodded again, not ashamed as such just embarrassed at admitting this to someone I could potentially have sex with. He smiled and said "How old are you?" He was not going to like the answer to that, seeing as he was more than three hundred years old. "I'm eighteen." I said, and the look on his face morphed into that of astonishment. "I thought you were at least twenty five, if not older. You are too mature for your age."

I pulled away from him and went into his room, to get my things in order to leave. This conversation was like the ending to a novel, tying up loose ends, saying goodbye. I didn't want to hang around and make it awkward. 'I need to go." I said, tears welling up in my eyes. I headed for the door and realised that he had driven me here and I had no way of getting home. "Legacy, this changes nothing. I still like you. I like you a lot and I appreciate your honesty. We need to talk some more I think." He took my things from me and sat them on the counter in the kitchen and led me over to the couch and sat me down.

He sat down next to me and faced my way. I pulled my legs up under me into a half crossed position and shifted myself until I too was facing him. "I think you over reacted before." He said and I nodded wiping away my tears, looking up at him. "I think that you are amazing and I will wait for you to make the calls about those kinds of things." He was referring to sex, I could tell by the tone of his voice. It cracked a bit on the word things which gave it away. "Relationships are about getting to know each other and I want to know more about you. I think that we can focus on that if you'd like."

I smiled again and this time he took my hand and kissed it just like he had in the car last night. I shivered at the feel of his soft lips when they brushed over my skin. I moved closer to him instinctively and reached for his neck. I pulled him closer to me and into a hug, his arms wrapping around my waist and hugging me back tightly. I liked the feel of his body on mine and unconsciously pulled him closer to me. I thought, in that moment, that I wanted him. For some reason this shocked me as I had never really thought about someone in that way before.

"I want you to kiss me." I whispered in his ear. He pulled back and untied himself from my embrace, looking unsure if I actually spoke or if it was a voice in his head making things up. I said it again. "Kiss me." He smiled and leaned forward, moving us closer and closer together but not kissing until he knew I wasn't going to move away. My breathing got heavier as the anticipation gnawed at my stomach. I moved my hands up over his chest, feeling his hot skin under my own and wrapped my arms over his shoulders and around his neck again.

He looked me in the eyes and I him, he then pressed his lips to mine and my eyes closed; the feel of his lips on mine foreign but familiar. He kissed me and I kissed him back, our lips moving in time with each other, knowing exactly what to do. I leaned forward, my body taking over and sat up on my knees. I could feel Dex's hands move around my waist, holding me as I moved. He pulled back and looked at me once more. I was hungry for his touch and felt warm all over. I could see in his eyes that he wanted to go further but he didn't.

He moved away from me and stood up, walking over to the windows, that were floor length and had a great view of Roarhaven. I fell back against the couch and waited for him to speak. I wasn't exactly sure what I was thinking, doing that right after I had pushed him away for trying to kiss me before. I was seriously confused. But I liked the way his lips felt on mine and really wanted to kiss him again. My fingers went up to my lips and touched them lightly as they tingled, not used to getting so much action, or any for that matter.

Dexter turned around at that moment and looked at me fondly. I put my hand down in my lap and looked back up at him. "Well, you got that out of the way quickly." He said with a chuckle as he moved back to sit down next to me. He sat in the same position that I did; back against the couch and legs out straight, awkward. We sat there in silence for a while before I decided that I wanted to touch his skin again. It felt so warm and inviting and I just couldn't help myself.

I took his hand in mine and leaned against his shoulder. We intertwined our fingers and he kissed my head and whispered to me "I want this to be something." I thought back to last night and what Saracen said about not leading him on. I had to decide now if I wanted this to be something or else end it. But I liked being in his company; he was fun and energetic, he makes me happy, but do I want a relationship with him? Well my body certainly did, considering that I nearly jumped him when he kissed me. I liked him, and I don't think that being just friends would work out. Well then, a relationship it is.

"I want this to work too." I said and looked up at him. I kissed him lightly on the lips and moved back again, to see that he had his eyes closed and his face was surprised and clearly happy about the kiss. He opened his eyes to find that I was looking at him. My hair was starting to fall out and he reached up to move it out of my face. I grabbed his hand and pressed it to the side of my face wanting to feel his touch on my skin.

I sighed as I looked at the watch on his wrist and it was already three o'clock. I had homework to do and I needed a good night sleep. "I have to go, I have an essay to write and then I need to get some more sleep." He smiled and stood up, taking me with him. "What is your essay about?" He asked and I thought back to class on Thursday when it was assigned. That was ironic, it was about him. I blushed as I said "You." He laughed, pulling me into a hug and I could feel the vibrations on his chest. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer to me, not wanting this moment to end.

We stood there like that for a few more seconds before he pulled away and went to get his car keys. 'So, call me if you need any help with your essay.' He said in an amused voice, as he opened the door for me, leading me out to his car to drive me home.