Justin's POV

After the nightmare, Brian held me until I fell back asleep. Of course, Brian, being Brian, spun it a different way. He said that I felt cold, and he just wanted to make sure I was warm enough before he went back to work at the computer. The loft gets chilly, after all, and Brian didn't want me sniffling and sneezing around him. But I knew better.

"So are you just gonna lay around all day or are you gonna help me?"

I had just woken up and was beginning to stir when Brian started taunting me. Curious, I lifted my head. Brian was in the kitchen. Stranger still, he appeared to be cooking. I sat up and stared. Gawked, really.

I laughed. "Brian, what are you doing?"

"…and you say you earned a 1500 on your SATs…did you cheat?" Brian clucked his tongue in disapproval.

I pulled on some sweats and headed down the stairs to get a closer look.

"You appear to be cooking, but that can't be right. Did you get drugs from Anita again?"

I looked around quickly. "You haven't been juggling, have you?"

Brian stuck his tongue in his cheek. "No, smartass. I am completely sober."

"Completely sober?"

I was stunned. I bumped his shoulder and smiled. "Call the presses."

Brian bumped me back and asked, "Is this your way of getting out of helping?"

I clapped my hands together and put on a fake smile. "So what are we making today, Martha?"

"Some stupid chicken thing. Lindsay gave me the recipe."

I sounded out the words slowly. "Lindsay gave you a recipe?"

I felt his forehead. Not feverish. I peered down the front and back of his shirt.

Brian pulled away, looking at me in amusement. "What the hell?"

"I'm looking for marks, from where the alien being entered your body."

"Ha Ha." He threw a few Greek olives in my direction. One hit me right on the forehead.

"Oh you are soooo gonna pay for that Kinney!" I grabbed a spoon that was sitting in what appeared to be mashed potatoes and held it in the air.

Brian, trying not to laugh, did his best to glower at me. "Don't you dare!"

I flicked the spoon, landing a huge dollop on his nose. I burst out laughing. He looked down for a second, and the mashed potatoes slid off onto the floor.

"Oh…I think you put too much milk in those potatoes."

He looked like he was going to explode. When Brian dipped another spoon in the potatoes, I started running. He managed to mashed potato my hair and my left nipple. I got him in the neck, but, then, he caught me in his arms. Soon our laughter turned into soft moans, as he licked the salvo off my nipple, while I licked his neck clean. We had started grinding against each other and kissing passionately when Daphne, having the worst timing known to man, entered the loft.

She shook her head. "Leave it to you two to turn a simple household task into a porno."