aN: I'm a bit sad with the lack of reviews in this story but I'm not discouraged. I'll finish this story even if it kills me . This fluffy idea was too hard to ignore. Well I'm not as talkative today so enjoy reading.

Disclaimer: I own nothing of this

CHAPTUH 2

a tiger striped sweater and an entertaining afternoon.

She watched as her commander disappeared upstairs. It may be just her imagination, but she swears that he saw him smirk and blush. She stared intently at her formerly intertwined hands. She noted that his warm ones channeled a foreign spark in her system.

Chad made his way up to his bedroom while idling his mind about his visitor and how unlikely he acted towards her. After informing intel about her sickly condition, he quickly checked his closet for something appropriate for her to change in.

Football shirt…too big

Red shirt…too thin

Black sweater…sleeves too long.

He threw each of his unwanted apparel over his shoulder until he found something perfect for her.

It was his sweatshirt when he first started as an ELITE KND operative right after his graduation. The sweater was a gift from his parents on his birthday. He labeled it as too babyish and cuddly for a boy like him. Despite his protest, his parents ordered him to wear it; soon, the sweatshirt worked its own lucky charm. He wore it in every important mission he had and just like a snap, the best operative title was betrothed to him. When he was promoted, he kept it in his closet since it seemed to shrink, compared to his growing body.

This was a very special sweatshirt…for a very special girl.

He smiled, pleased with his choice. He dashed out of the room, grabbing the shirt and a towel with him. He took a quick glance in his reflection, making sure that his dashing appearance and charming façade was well in place. Composing himself, he stepped down the stairs, gracefully approaching his guest.

He caught her pouting, her brows knitted. She was staring at one of the picture frames on the living room wall.

A lot of people complemented his boyish looks, he wondered if this girl was one of them too. He smirked. "So do you find your supreme leader good looking and charming?"

Rachel didn't even flinch when he hinted his presence, she had a small smile on her relaxed features. "It's a good picture, it shows your wonderful physique"

He raised his eyebrow Is she teasing me? Her well rounded complement was the same as telling him that he has a nice body. Confused with her playful retort, he played along. He studied her expression as he ignored the photo that she was viewing. "So what about my…physique" He grinned.

She looked at him innocently. "Why won't you see for yourself"

His smirk faltered as soon as he turned his head. It was a very embarrassing baby photo of him in his bugs bunny shorts in the old swimming pool. Mom…why do you have to put this photo? As soon as Rachel saw the funny expression in his embarrassed face, she laughed.

It was a foreign sound coming from the composed and serious spy. If he wasn't the one being laughed at, he would have laughed along with her. Her bubbly laugh was that contagious.

"Ehem" He cleared his throat to catch her attention, he sent her a warning glare. Her laugh simmered down and her smile vanished.

"Instead of minding other people's business, wear this" He handed her the neatly folded apparel.

One look made her question her commander. "But—"

"No Buts, if you don't you'll get a cold…that's an order" He tried not to chuckle at the weird faces that she was making.

"I thought we're off duty?"

One look made her follow his orders.

"Fine" Without asking for directions, she navigated her way to the bathroom as she slumped into an unlady like fashion.

Chad was eager to see the girl in his sweater. Actually he had no idea why he had decided to let her wear such a sentimental attire, but he had no second guesses or any unfavorable thoughts about his decision either. He tapped his foot impatiently as he heard his bathroom door open.

A satisfied grin played along his amused smile.

Orange tiger stripped sweatshirt…adorable.

The sweatshirt was at least two sizes bigger than her, it clung to her petite form lightly while her golden mop hair framed her shoulders and her face. The sweatshirt was very loose but it wasn't too long for her arms. It looks wrong but it feels so comfortably right.

Chad patted himself at the back for a great decision. She looks like one of those cuddly tiger stuffed toys in the parks that he would definitely want to take home. He found her attractively cuter than ever.

Rachel readjusted the sweatshirt but her cheeks started to simmer up a blush when she noticed her superiors gaze at her longer, much longer than usual.

"How do I look sir?" Her voice snapped him out of his trance, he smiled.

"Uh…yeah, you look great, rach" He immediately paced towards the kitchen to avoid another awkward blush-a-thon. "Stay here just, make yourself at home"

Rachel was happy in hearing his compliment, she made her way to his living room. Speaking of kitchens, she was getting a bit hungry, a pack of gum wouldn't count as a decent breakfast, or lunch.

It wasn't hard to make herself at home. The room was very accommodating, a big flat screen TV, a gaming consul and an entertainment system. In the middle of the sofa is the most inviting fluffiest brown sofa that she had ever seen. Instead of sitting on her bottom like a normal person, she hooked her legs on the back of the couch, rested her upper half on the seat while her head dangled on the edge of it. Comfortable with her position, she closed her eyes for a moment while whistling a familiar tune. When she opened it she saw her supreme leader holding a pack of Oreos while sporting an amused smile. She flipped fast as she then helped him carry the soda that was tucked under his arm.

"Nice job making yourself at home" He gently smiled. She ducked her head, she quickly moved past him to place the bottle on a coaster then simply sitting properly on her previous seat.

When they were both comfy Chad questioned why she was looking at the snacks with I don't know…discontent. "Hey If you want something different you could—"

"No, I like Oreos, but this is gonna sound weird, I like Oreos better with Peanut butter"

This was quite unexpected; his unique obsession was equally shared by a girl, this girl. He couldn't have picked a better girl to share his peanut butter dipped Oreo craving. He sent her a smile of approval, he rushed to grab the Skippy in the fridge.

"Aaaaahhh!"

Her loud scream pumped adrenaline in his system as he dashed in a quick second.

"What! What!" Instead of seeing a chaotic mess from her distress call. She saw he jumping up and down with a beaming smile on her face.

"I can't believe it, this isn't out for another month, you have Tekken 6!" What a relief. This girl got him worked up for a video game, which gave him an interesting idea.

He grinned. "Care for some healthy competition"

She matched his wide smile "got the peanut butter?"

He chuckled as he playfully ruffled her hair. "Let me warn you, I've been practicing"

aN: I'll update as soon as possible two weeks tops… Thanks for reading and an even bigger THANKS if you review and I really wish that some of you guys could give me a little feedback :D Comments, suggestions, violent reactions, tips, criticisms are welcome.

-naSH Xp