Juniper

Nineteen

Juniper rung out her blue hair, wiping her sandy feet off at the door.

"Sit?" she raised her chin to Bear while Raphael gripped a towel.

He was begrudgingly drying the dog off, Juniper's pants and his shirt had been strewn over his shoulder as his mate trotted around in only her bikini.

She swayed as she sung a song to herself, he recognized it as California Dreamin'. It was almost foreign to see Juniper so relaxed.

Juniper fiddled at her bikini, she wasn't too wet since the only time she'd been completely submerged in the water was when Raphael had tossed her in farther.

The man really needed to keep his strength in check because she literally flew.

"I want chinese food," she muttered since she knew Raphael was following after her.

As he passed her to the counter, he snapped the bikini strap against her shoulder. Besides her, he fiddled with the stove.

She swatted back at him before turning expectantly.

He was cracking open a beer, he gestured his arm to her. "What if I don't want chinese food?" With his other hand he clicked the stove knob three times to make sure it was off.

Juniper pursed her lips, cocking her hip against the counter. "You want what I want."

He opened his mouth before shutting it, opening it back up, "I don't remember saying that."

"Oh no, you totally said it babe," Juniper turned her back to him. Purposefully, she bent over to rummage through the fridge while swaying her ass. His eyes practically burning holes into her.

"Fine I'll fuckin' order chinese," he mumbled as he grabbed his phone on the way to the living room. She called out to him her order.

Bear nudged his way between her legs, peaking up at her with guilty eyes.

Juniper frowned in confusion and turned to look in the corridor.

The shirt Raphael had worn to the beach and left on the floor besides her pants was torn up. Her pants nearby were untouched.

Juniper gasped and clasped a hand over her mouth, muffling her small laughs.

"Bear, not good," she scolded weakly while trying to stifle her amusement.

She walked Bear over to the shirt and pointed to it, "Bad."

Her 'anger' didn't last long before she was petting her dogs ears and cooing that he was a good boy anyways.

Grabbing the shirt that was ruined she nibbled on her lip, deciding to toss the shirt in the trash.

Just as she shut the trash can, Raphael came back in. She came towards him as he showed her his phone, confirming their order.

She hummed, "Thank you."

He grunted in response, resting a hand on the small of her back to tug her forward.

"You smell like the ocean," he observed. She quirked a brow at him.

"Who's fault is that?" she pinched him. "I need to shower and wash my hair, call me when the food gets here?" Juniper asked lightly.

He nodded once while toying with the tie of her bottoms. Juniper peaked up at him, patting his side before pulling away.

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Raphael was opening his own carton of beef after setting down Juniper's vegetable lo mein.

He didn't even have to notify her that the food was here before she was hopping down the steps.