The Uncle

13 - Robert

Playful minx. If I burnt her food it was her own fault. But all was saved and we were quickly tucking into our second helping of pancakes, though this time with maple syrup and bacon. Sitting once again at the breakfast bar, she hummed in satisfaction from the first bite. Her face contorting in bliss, funnily enough much like she looked when she orgasmed. I couldn't help but smile at that thought. She spied me laughing.

"What?" She asked innocently.

"I just realised how good I am at getting you off. Didn't even have to touch you," I said airily taking a smug bite of food.

She elbowed me playfully, "I can't help appreciating my favourite food. Especially when it is made by a snack."

"Jesus. The eighties called, they want their pick up line back," I laughed.

"Oh so what's your best line?"

"Are you a parking ticket? Coz you have fine written all over you," I responded.

"And how many times has that worked?" She teased.

"Seventy percent of the time it works every time," I replied.

"I hate you," She laughed.

Her laughter turned to a shiver as the backs of my fingers stroked her thighs. I couldn't help but watch the sudden slow inhale of breath as she shuddered, the small hairs of her stubble rose against her skin. Not that I gave two shits whether she was smooth or baby gorilla legs. Her eyes flickered closed for a moment. All from a single touch.

"No you don't," I teased.

"Damn body betraying me!" She cursed, "Meant to be mad." Her speech directed at her own body.

"I'm too likeable to be angry at," I replied smugly, "Anyway if you don't mind your ladyship. I am going to shower."

"Was that an invitation?" She purred, "Because honestly I don't know how much more I can take until I can't walk anymore. Right now I'd rather go to bed." Her manner was teasing. The switch from seductive to mock knackered was so abrupt I couldn't help but laugh.

"No it wasn't actually," I said once I had calmed down, "Shower sex is stupid. One of you is in the water and one is out meaning you are cold. Water is a terrible lube. And safe sex goes straight out the window... hang on..."

She rolled her eyes, "Don't worry I'm gonna get plan B tomorrow. I'm on the pill but I won't risk it. And you are getting condoms if this is becoming a regular thing."

I let out a small sigh of relief. I then smiled pulling her onto my lap with a small cry from her, "So you want this to be a regular thing?"

She bit her lip, her nose twitching a little, "It's not all that bad."

She'd lips touched mine again peppering soft chaste kisses. I scooped her into my arms and carried her back upstairs. Once there I laid her on the bed, just kissing for a while until I pulled away to shower. When I offered to change the sheet she shook her head and declined, her words of "just in case something happens in the morning" following me into the shower. I showered quickly, not wanting to waste a moment with her. I came back into the bedroom in my towel collecting the strewn clothes from the floor and putting them in the laundry bin. I could feel her watching me as I pulled on a loose pair of lounge shorts, dropping the towel when my back was turned to her to give a little show. Her gasp was everything and more of an ego boost than it should have been. I threw the towel over the top of the door and pushed it to before joining Jamie under the covers. She immediately snuggled close to me, entwining her leg with mine and laying in my chest.

"I sorted the glass while you were showering by the way," she said finally, "One less thing to do and all."

I smiled, kissing the top of her head, "Domesticated. Check." Mimicking her tone from earlier.