Coffee Boy and Cupcake Girl

chapter 75-

Chapter 75

"Noah, she wanted a pastel green. WHAT DID YOU DO? The wall is a COMPLETELY different color?" Naya yells at me.

"This is the pastel green- FUCK." Fiona walks in.

"Um, what happened to the wall?" Fiona asks, pointing to the dark green wall.

"Ask him!" Shanay points to me.

"Hey, you were here too!"

"I didn't use the wrong color!"

"Guys, the wall looks fine! I like the new color." Fiona grins. He sticks his tongue out at me. I put paint on his face.

"No you did NOT SHANAYA!" Noah yells, and dumps the whole can of paint on my head. HELL NO. I grab FIona, and dump my can of paint on her.

"MOM? WHAT THE HECK?" SHe grabs a paintbrush and chases after me, and ends up painting Noah instead.

"Come here, you little devil!" Noah grabs orange paint and grabs two paint brushes, hitting us at the exact same time.

"YOU LITTLE SHIT! Get YOUR ASS BACK HERE!" I yell at Noah, and chase after him.

"FIONA YOU BETTER HELP ME!" I yell.

"NO WAY! I'M WITH NOAH!" Both of them give each other a sneaky grin, and pour two cans of paint over me. I gasp, looking around for paint, and taking off my glasses so I can see. I'm suddenly overcome with a fit of laughter. I fell onto the floor. Both of them look at me, and start laughing.

"You- You got a little something there mom," Fiona laughs, high-fiving Noah.

"I thought you would be on my team," I laugh.

"No way, I'm on the team that wins. This time, it wasn't you."

"Oh yeah? Just watch, I'm going to beat you so bad-"

"Naya, she's your daughter, take-"

"You are going down."

"Bring it on, mom." She says. It's silent before we all start laughing again.

"All right, let's go shower, and get some food. Sounds good?" I say standing up, and helping Fiona up." FIona gives me a thumbs up, disappearing into her bathroom. I go to our room, and pop into the shower, washing the paint off my body.

"Need some help there, love?" He says, sliding his arms around my waist, and I jump.

"Holy crap, you scared the shit out of me." I say, turning around. He washes the paint out of his hair.

"Good." I roll my eyes. His hands grip my waist, and I feel butterflies in my stomach. He looks at me intensely.

"Oh no, when you have that look, we always, we, we- we, you know-" He kisses me. Oh god. He slips his tongue into my mouth,and I moan, softly. I bite his lip, and he presses himself against me. My back hits the tiled wall. He hoists me up, my legs hooking around his waist. His mouth sucks on my chest, and my head softly thups against the wall. I arch into him as he slowly kisses me everywhere. His lips dance across my collarbone, and along my jawline.

"Oh god, Noah," I moan.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you won't be able to think about anything but me." He growls in my ear, and I shiver. I can't speak, and look him in the eye instead. I place my hands on his cheeks and kiss him, wanting to show him how much I love him. It's rough, and filled with desire. I kiss him hard, and he returns it back with the same ferocity. Our tongues clash, and his hands slip lower and lower down my body, until they touch me there.