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Ben honestly hoped this would be the first of many nights Vanessa spent at his apartment. It definitely beat her sneaking into her moms house, he figured, and he was never going to complain about her company, so he was hoping this went well. Hanging up his backpack on his typical hook, he put Vanessaâs next to it then moved to the laundry closet doors, dropping their wet clothes into the washer, figuring the least he could do is wash her wet clothes for her, but heâd get to that after the shower. Looking at the brunette, he smiled as he leaned back against the kitchen counter, eyeing the way she moved in the space. His eyebrows lifted up at her question, head tilting back and forth to the side a few times. âI might.â He breathed out through a chuckle. Ben smiled as she moved over to him, her arms moving up over his shoulders had his hands looping around her waist, pulling her close to him. âThereâs not much to see, itâs not huge or anything.â He smiled down at her, squeezing her sides and dipping his head into her neck. âAnd I thought we were gonna order take out then shower, huh?â He murmured into her skin, hands moving down over her ass to squeeze there next as he breathed out a sigh, inching back to look down at his girlfriend. âIâll show you, câmon.â He moved his hands from her ass to slide one up her arm, lacing their fingers and turning to walk towards his balcony with her hand in his. âI just smoke out here, thereâs a plastic chair I got at Walmart, but.â He laughed, opening the door so she could peek outside if she wanted to.Â
It still felt a little bit weird, Vanessa had to admit, but she figured the best way to feel more comfortable was not to act like anything was going through her head about it. She and Ben were dating, and it certainly wasn't like she didn't like spending her time with him. Add to that the fact that she hated the place that she technically called home, there wasn't a lot of bad to be had about staying over at his apartment. It just wasn't typical for her, that was all. Brows lifting at his confirmation to her teasing, the brunette breathed out a laugh of her own. "Well, I'm here, so I wanna see it first." She sighed, turning her head to brush her lips over the shell of his ear after his head had dipped down into her neck. One of her hands eased up into the back of his hair, squeezing gently at the strands as she let out a low hum at the squeeze to her ass, her body arching subtly toward his. She breathed out an airy sounding sigh as they separated, hands linked, and she lifted them, bringing their joined hands up toward her mouth to bite gently at his thumb knuckle before letting them swing heavily back down between them. "Oooh, Walmart. We love a home decor expert." She teased, voice turning jokingly nasal in further playful example. Turning from the quick peek she took out onto the open patio, she glanced over the living room set up - simple, but comfortable, like she'd already seen.Â
Looking at the large TV hanging on the wall, she snorted out a huff of a snicker and shook her head. "Guys and their big TV's, I swear. We almost had a seventy-two inch TV at one point because of--" There had been a smile growing on her features, the distantly familiar memory something that was easy to get caught up in the amusement of, because she remembered vividly how funny it was at the time to hear her dad rattle on about how it was 'a man's right' to have a TV that big, and how, at the time, her mom had been so head over heels for him that she got damn near close to letting him have it. That was a different life, though, and it was that realization that had Vanessa cut off the way that she did, bright look on her face faltering rather quickly. Clearing her throat quietly, she walked ahead of Ben further through the living room to the kitchen, but didn't drop their hands, keeping her arm outstretched behind her as she walked. Having a quick look over the counter space, the girl clicked her tongue. "You're so fucking clean. I don't know what I expected, probably something gross. Guys tend to be gross in their own space."














