Simply listening as Devin spoke, Ivy made her way into the kitchen and placed her bags on the counter. While he was talking, she was able to pull the groceries out of the plastic bags and had started to put everything away. But when she saw him shift out of the corner of her eye, she paused, curious for a moment. When she realized why he was acting just a little bit uncomfortable, Ivy couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t think I don’t notice that, Devin.” She commented, her eyes dropping below his waist to what he’d been trying to cover up. She moved over to where he had placed his bags and retrieved the items, putting them into their respective cupboards and shoving them inside the fridge without any particular setup. When everything was tucked away, she turned back to Devin. “Lingerie? Maybe next time. There’s somethin’ for ya to look forward to.” That was an idea. Probably a bad one, but an idea nonetheless.
When he mentioned cooking, Ivy nodded with a certain level of reluctance. She wasn’t feeling particular hungry, though denying Devin sex was always something that provided her with amusement. Especially when he seemed to want it. But, she usually did, too. It was a necessary evil sometimes, though. “Are you hungry?” She asked, leaning her hip against the counter. She turned to look in the general direction of her bedroom, chuckling at how quickly he had already started to ramble. That was one of the stages of Devin’s desperate desire for sex. “My beds been lonely, I think. We spend so much time in yours these days.” With that Ivy pushed herself away from the counter and walked around it, pulling off her blazer and hanging it over the stool at the island. She ran a through her hair and then looked back at Devin, now that the counter separated them feeling a little less flustered. “So, uh… Dinner? Or?” And she couldn’t help it; a quiet, mildly breathless laugh escaped her lips, though she tried to cover it with a cough.
He stopped fiddling with his jeans when she decided to comment on the fact that he was doing so. It wasn’t like he was hiding the fact that he was trying to adjust himself so he expected a comment. He was actually surprised she waited this long to make one. “Notice what? I have no idea what you’re talking about.” His eyes stayed on her face as he watched hers gravitate towards where his hand was currently resting on his pants. His eyes followed her movements as she went about putting all of her groceries away. A mental note was filed into the back of his head for future reference. Maybe he’d actually do some grocery shopping one day instead of just ordering food that was bad for him. His eyes went to hers when she turned back to him. “You’re killing me, baby. Take it easy on your dear boyfriend here.”
Every word she said was like a shot to his groin. In the best way possible. He couldn’t help but look at the way her mouth moved as the words came out of her mouth. At the beginning of her speaking, he zoned out and only heard key words. It was like she was tempting him. “I want chicken. I guess you can decide what kind of chicken I want.” His eyes scanned her body and then went back up to her face. The breathless laugh did him in. He tried to ignore it, he really did. But there was no way in hell...no, he was going to be good. That was what he was trying his best to do. “Actually. I want dinner. I’ll save dessert for later. I do like my dessert after dinner after all. I’d hate to eat it before. It would just ruin my appetite.” There was a permanent smirk in place that had been on his face since he saw her and the both of them knew it wasn’t going to disappear.
