storytime-with-jess:
“Jesus. Can I take that orgasm I gave you back? Over here questioning my cooking skills still naked in my bed and on my birthday? So fucking rude.” He said as he started to get to his feet. Matt turned and dragged his hand down her side before he poked it playfully. “I know what I’m doing in the kitchen. So you better say you’ll have one now or I’ll make it for myself and you’ll have to sit and watch me eat it by myself. And you bet your ass I’ll drum up my acting skills to really show how much I’m enjoying it.”
Matt was in the bathroom, mainly to get the light on so it wasn’t completely dark in the room. “Do you want to wear the same one I had on tonight or a fresh shirt?” He asked as he went to his dresser and tugged it open. He brought out one of his fire dept shirt and walked over to the bed. “On second thought you can wear this.” He winked and bent down to kiss her. He managed to pull his boxers on during this little back and forth. “Can’t have you stealing my shit but I have a feeling this is the last time I’m seeing that shirt.” He teased and said, “Come on. I want to get started on cooking.”
“No take backs,” Regan teased, smiling up at him because she was already enjoying how easy it was to get along with him. She wasn’t normally one to stick around after sleeping with someone, but this was turning out to be a lot easier than she expected. “You can try to do it, but my pout is impossible to ignore so I know I’ll end up with something to eat.” Standing from the bed as he grabbed a shirt from his drawer, she took it with a smile before he leaned down to press a kiss against her lips. He was probably right about not seeing the shirt again and she figured she didn’t need to say it confirm that.
Once she pulled it over her head, she stood up so he could see how good she looked in just one of his t-shirts. She never really got why guys were so into that, but she loved the feeling of just walking around in a worn in baggy shirt. “I’ve never met someone who wants to cook so bad,” she laughed, heading towards the direction of the kitchen so he could make something for the two of them. Most guys probably would have passed out or asked her to leave by no, which meant he was’t a total douche. When they reached the kitchen, she wasted no time in moving over to one of his counters and pushed her way up onto it. “Let me see what you can do.”











