**AUTHOR NOTE: Not mine. Enjoy.**
The table was set with plates that I didn't recognize, but were beautiful none the less. They were white with small blue and silver swirls, with matching goblet glasses and very simple silverware. The food looked like something off of the food network.
"You cooked this?" I asked, leaning towards my plate and breathing deep. Each plate had a perfectly cooked steak, steamed veggies smothered with butter, and mashed potatoes with delicious nuggets of cheese, bacon and caramelized onions.
"Beautiful, I am a very multi-faceted man." He laughed as I began shoveling food into my mouth, a moan escaping. "I will cook for you every night. As long as I get to watch you enjoy it."
Bobby shook his head, cutting into his steak and slowly making his way through his food. We sat in silence eating for a good twenty minutes. I sat back when I was finished, and sighed.
"My God." I set my silverware across the corner of my plate. "This was the most amazing food I have had in a long, long time. Better than my mother could ever make."
"Your mom's food isn't that bad." Les smiled and stood, gathering his plate and reaching for mine. I opened my mouth to tell him that I would do the dishes, when he shook his head. "Beautiful, I'm not doing the dishes. It's Bobby's job tonight."
"Yep." Bobby helped clear the table. "Your job tonight is to just relax, maybe take a hot shower and get some good sleep."
"That sounds amazing." I smiled, thinking about the huge soft towels that I would be wrapping up in, and the tub/shower that replaced my old one. "I am really excited about taking a real shower. You know, one where I am not attached by tubes and wires, and where I can actually wash myself."
"Come on, Beautiful." Les reached out his hand and helped me up. "Let's get you in that shower. I'll hang out in the bathroom though; I don't want you to fall on my watch. Unless, you want me to join you IN the shower." A huge grin erupted across his face before a sopping wet sponge hit him in the side of his head, showering us with suds.
"Santos…you even peek while she is in there and I will rip off your nuts." Bobby growled from the sink.
I laughed, slowly making my way to the bathroom with Les' arm securely around his waist. I touched the towels again and pulled back the curtain.
"You guys really thought of everything didn't you?" I laughed, noticing the huge blue pouf hanging on a brass hook sticking out the tile on the wall of the shower. The built in shelves had beautiful bottles of shampoo, conditioner, body wash and shave gel that I recognized as being something that I could never afford. A pink and silver razer was perched on the top shelf on a bronze hook made for it. I turned to look at Les who just smiled. "You know I will never be able to replace those things." I pointed at the toiletries. "They are expensive as hell."
"They aren't too bad." Les shook his head, and bent over starting the shower. "Oh, by the way, you will be getting packages on a weekly basis. Don't worry about where they came from. Just open them and enjoy."
"Les, this is all too much." I said, Les standing upright and putting a hand on either shoulder.
"If you knew what you give to each of us, you would understand why we think that all of this stuff is just a cheap thank you." He smiled, kissing my forehead. "Now, let's get you naked. I have desert waiting when you are all done."
"Dessert?" I swear my ears perked up. Les laughed. "You promise not to look?" He sucked in through his teeth. "Fine. Do you promise not to completely gawk and get handsy?"
"Beautiful, while I want my hands all over you all the time I would prefer that you beg me to do it." He winked, and I giggled. I lifted my hands over my head and he helped me slip off my t-shirt. I slid the pants half way down my thighs, and he pushed them the rest of the way. Steading a hand on his shoulder he slipped off one sock and then the other. He stopped, one eyebrow perked. "So…uhh…I'll close my eyes, but make sure you keep a hold of me just in case you slip." I nodded and he reluctantly closed his eyes. I put a hand on either shoulder as he fumbled around to the clasps. The bra slacked almost instantly, and I slipped my arms out letting it fall to the floor. "One down, one to go." He laughed nervously, his eyes still shut. He licked his lips nervously, and then biting his bottom lip he reached down and lightly grasped the waist band of my panties.
"Jesus…I feel like EOD right now. One wrong move and we both blow." We laughed together. Blowing out another breath he pulled them slowly down. I lifted one leg and then the next, freeing myself of them. His eyes flew open and he smiled. "See. I did good."
His eyes quickly darted up and down my naked body. I smacked him as he grinned.
"Oh come on…I deserved a reward." He winked as I rolled my eyes. Steam had begun to fill the small bathroom. "Better get in there before Bobby bursts in the door. I'll help you in, and then give you ten minutes of privacy before I come back in. Anything in particular you want to wear tonight? Or should I pick?"
I stepped over the edge of the tub, the hot water feeling amazing as it hit me. Les didn't release me until I was standing under the full force of the shower heads.
"Something comfortable, please. I trust you." My voice was breathy from how amazing it felt. "And Les?"
"Yes Beautiful." His voice close to the curtain.
"Thank you. For everything."
"Anytime, Steph." I heard the door open and close.
I stood under the spray of the multiple shower heads for the full ten minutes Les was gone. When I heard the door click and a soft shuffling I sighed and began to wash my hair.
"How's it going?" Les' casual tone echoing against the tile slightly.
"It's good. In fact, it's amazing. I could just stand here under the water for hours." I heard a soft laugh, followed by some clicking and swishing sounds. I rinsed and put in conditioner and heard it again. I stopped, grabbing my pouf. "Les? What are you doing?"
"Shaving." He said matter of factly.
I opened the edge of the curtain and looked at Les. He was standing, shirtless, with an old straight edge razor in one hand and his face mostly covered with thick shaving foam. I stood there watching, entranced. His hand was steady and firm as the blade flicked across his cheek. He rinsed off the blade and repeated; removing another section of the foam and revealing smooth perfect skin underneath. He raised an eyebrow at me in the mirror and smiled, cleaning off the blade again.
"Sorry." I stuttered. "I just haven't seen anyone use a straight edge razor since my grandfather passed away." Les smiled again, before flicking the blade again on his skin.
"It's the way I learned. I find it easier, especially since I never know where I will be one day to the next. I always have a blade with me, so I can always do it if I feel the need." He rinsed and repeated a few more times, finishing up the last of the spots on his face. I watched intently. When he was done, he rinsed off his face and wiping it dry with the fluffy white hand towel hanging next to the sink.
I turned back into the shower, lathered up the pouf with the cherry almond body wash and started washing. I gasped as I tried to reach my back.
"Steph?"
"I can't reach." I harrumphed. Hanging my head. I could see his form standing at the edge of the shower curtain, his hand running through his hair. He was contemplating helping me. Shaking my head and smiling at his discomfort I spoke. "Would you mind helping me out?"
"I don't know if I could do that with my eyes closed?" I saw his hand grab the edge of the curtain and pull it back slightly.
"It doesn't matter too much." I laughed as he poked his head in the shower. "You have already seen everything I got."
"Damn." He whistled and I could feel the blush creep up my neck. "Turn around and I will get your back and legs. I know it's the twisting and bending that is really hurting."
I nodded. He pulled the curtain back even further. He was still shirtless. I took a moment as I passed him the pouf to enjoy his physique. I've seen Les without a shirt, but each time was always amazing. I turned, offering him my back.
"This is my favorite soap." Les gently rubbed the pouf across my shoulders and down my back. "Even though it's girly I still use it." I laughed. I knew he always smelled amazing, but never realized what exactly the smell was.
"I think you always smell amazing. Plus, cherry and almond aren't necessarily a girly smell."
The pouf lowered and I stiffened.
"Sorry." He whispered. I took a deep breath as he finished all the way to my feet. "Ding. Turn around." I did, trying to cover some of my jiggly bits. I was comforted to see that he was looking directly at my knees, which were quickly covered with a thick layer of bubbles. "Ok. All done. Why don't you rise off and then we will get you all snuggled into your Jammies."
The curtain closed and I laughed. "Did you really just say jammies?"
"Yeah. That is exactly what they are." An aire of mischief in his voice.
I rinsed off and turned off the water. I pushed back the curtain and was faced with a giant white towel held out in front of Les, whose eyes were shut tightly. Taking his hand, I stepped out and he wrapped the towel around me. He had slipped on his shirt again. He assisted in drying the bits that I couldn't reach before holding out a set of panties that I had never seen.
"Are those Disney Princess panties?" I asked, slipping each foot in before he slid them up.
"Yep." He smiled, holding out a pair of pink sleeping shorts covered with kawaii panda bears. "They are jammies." He held out the matching tank top and I raised my hands as he slipped it over my head.
"They are adorable." I laughed, pulling at the hem and checking out the adorable pandas. "Where did you get these?"
"The last time I was in Japan. I saw them and thought of you." He tapped me on the nose. "You aren't done yet though." Before I could ask, he reached behind me and grabbed something that was sitting on the toilet. A pair of fluffy kawaii panda slippers dropped in front of me and I pushed my feet into them.
"Les, you are amazing." I looked up at him and smiled. He grinned and took my hand.
"Let's go get some dessert."
Bobby was wiping down the counters as we walked into the kitchen. Bobby smiled as he looked me over head to toe.
"Les, I didn't think you actually got those." Bobby gently picked me up and set me on the counter top.
"How could I not." Les called, reaching into the oven and pulling out a glass pan. "I even got the matching set for me. I'll wear them tonight."
"Jesus..." Bobby shook his head. I watched Les, almost drooling as he cut into thick brownies covered with frosting. A plate covered with a generous piece and a fork was set on my lap. I dug in, each bite causing me to sigh and moan quietly. It was amazing.
When I finished I looked up, licking the last bit of frosting off my fork. Bobby was standing, fork frozen right in front of his mouth. Les had a huge grin, arms crossed loosely over his chest.
"Uhhh…." I blushed, setting the fork back onto the plate. Les took it and patted my knee.
"That was amazing." Les grinning ear to ear. "It's noises like that that make it so rewarding to feed you."
We looked at Bobby, who was still standing in the same position. His eyes glazing off slightly. Les waved his hand in front of Bobby's face. He shook his head and set the brownie down on the counter.
"I think I need to get ready for bed." Bobby quickly headed towards the bedroom. We heard rustling noises, and then the bathroom door open and close. Les and I burst out laughing. As our giggle fest slowed, a huge yawn escaped.
"Bedtime?" Les asked, helping me off the counter top.
"Yeah. I'm beat." I noticed medicine the doctor had given me was sitting at the edge of the counter on a large butcher block. I grabbed the ones I knew I needed to take at night. Les handed me a bottle of water and I took them, only gagging slightly at the larger ones. "I am assuming that you and Bobby are both going to stay."
"Yep." He helped me into my bedroom and sat me on the bed. "Personally I would love to sleep here with you, but I will sleep where ever you want. Even on fire escape."
"You are not sleeping on the fire escape, Les." I scooted back and pushed the massive amounts of pillows around. "Where do you want to sleep, other than here with me? The sofa? You two might need to fight for it."
"Actually I was hoping to sleep here." He pointed to the space between my bed and the closet. "If you don't mind that is."
"You WANT to sleep on the floor?" I looked at him, the floor and then back at him. He shrugged. "Sure. Go for it. Do you need a pillow and blanket?"
"No I got it." He walked out of the bedroom and came back with black rucksack with his last name painted across the side. I watched as he pulled out a small bed roll, a camouflaged blanket thing, a small pillow and a small black toiletry bag. "I have everything I need right here."
"What is that thing?" I pointed at the camouflaged blanket. There were strings hanging off of it, and looked like the lining of an old jacket.
"This?" He picked it up and hugged it to his chest. "It's my woobie."
"Woobie?" I asked, giggling.
"Yeah. I have had this thing for years. It's a memento from my days in the Army." He rolled out the bedroll, placed the woobie and pillow down and stood hands on hips. "I think Bobby is still occupying the shower. Mine if I change?"
I shrugged. "Go for it."
He opened the small toiletry bag.
Once again, Les' shirt slipped up over his head and landed on top of the rucksack. I watched as he sat down and undid the laces of his boots, expertly loosening with a speed that showed how often he had done it. He slid them off, stuffing his socks into them before tucking them under the edge of my bed. He stood, pulling out a small mound of blue material. He zipped up the toiletry bag, tossing it in the rucksack. He popped the button open of his cargo pants and unzipped them.
I was staring at the small flash of dark blue that peeked out of the open zipper.
"Steph." Les laughed, slipping his pants down and tossing them with the rest of his things. "You haven't blinked in like 3 minutes."
"Shush, you." I said. He was standing hands on hips in only a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. They were short and hugged every inch of him. "You saw me naked. It's only fair."
He laughed again, unrolling the material to show a pair of blue kawaii panda sleeping pants. He modeled them for a moment before walking over and slipping off my slippers.
"Bedtime for both of us, young lady." He scooped me up in his arms, swept back the covers and placed me gently down again. I snuggled down into the covers. He smiled, kissed me on the forehead and walked to the light switch. "Good night Beautiful. If you need me, I am right here."
The light flicked off. I heard a slight shuffle, and then a deep sigh.
"Good night, Les."
Sleep took me quickly.