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Johnny turns the TV on, lowers the volume, and they sit there quietly for a bit. He traces a pattern into the skin of her thigh while he watches the television though he absorbs none of the content. A quick glance over to her and he realizes she’s fallen asleep. He figures it’s well deserved and the program only keeps his attention for a few more minutes. He wants to be dressed, remembering that he is still naked when goose bumps prickle at his skin thanks to a draft that breezes in.
He pulls on a plain t-shirt and pajama pants, wandering out of the room once he covers Alexis with one of the folded blankets at the foot of the bed. His stomach growls and he wonders if he should make himself something or wait for her to wake up. In the kitchen, he shuffles through a few of the cabinets and all but rearranges the pantry looking for something that he could snack on. He finds nothing interesting and sighs to himself, deciding to go back into the room and wait on her instead. When he enters, she is sitting up, rubbing her eyes and then looking around for her glasses.
Oh, right.
Johnny turns right around to go back to the bathroom, peeking in and swiping her glasses from where she had left them on the counter. He hurries back to her with them and hands them over, she hums as she puts them on then looks up at him, moving her hair out of her face.
“Hey there. Sorry.”
“Nah, babe, no worries. I’m sure you was feelin’ a little more than sleepy.”
He laughs as she shoves him gently.
“I’m kiddin’. I was feelin’ hungry though, can’t find shit in the kitchen.”
“Can’t find-- What? There’s so much stuff!”
“If y’say so…”
Alexis is quick to stand and find her clothes, dressing and walking out of the room. No food, that’s just not true. She knows for a fact there has got to be something out there that he would eat, he just doesn’t want to cook. She has known him long enough to know that this is typical for him. Having cooked his entire life, he takes every opportunity now to avoid the effort. It is a little inconvenient, though, considering he isn’t bad at it. She scoffs to herself the minute she opens the cabinets by the stove and sees pasta sat in plain view. One of the easiest things to make, especially for him, and he had either overlooked it or ignored it completely. She turns to face him as he enters the kitchen.
“Nothing, huh?”
Johnny looks past her and shrugs, mumbling something or other about not wanting to pull out all of the pots and pans, especially not to make sauce from scratch. Something that has to be done whenever pasta is made, he will forever insist. She pulls everything out from the shelves, pasta, seasoning, vegetables, even the pot and the saucepan. Grandly, she gestures to everything set up in a neat pile.
“Here. I’ll help you if you want.”
With a shrug, Johnny comes over and arranges everything the way he wants while Alexis fills the pot with water. He deflates a little as he preps a sauce, though it isn’t genuine defeat. He is just being lazy. It takes no more than a few minutes of work for him to be dedicated to the cause and putting all of his energy into making the food edible. Alexis salts the water once it’s sat on the stove for a bit. They work efficiently with a few comments here and there in between tasks. The water boils and Alexis adds the pasta, stirring it down into the water so it may cook. She leans in to adjust the heat of the burner and Johnny stands beside her, playfully smacking her behind when she draws back.
She jumps, even shouts a little in surprise when she straightens up and nearly bangs her head on the microwave situated above the stove. Her hand rests over her ass and she looks at him, cocking a brow. He laughs at her expression, pushing off of the counter and rounding her to check on the sauce. Both things have time to sit and cook. Alexis hops up to sit on the counter and pushes some hair out of her face, looking down on Johnny.
“See, not so bad. You’re so lazy sometimes, hun.”
“Hey, it ain’t my fault I did this shit all the time growin’ up. I don’t like cookin’ too much.”
“I dunno, you looked like you were having fun seasoning up the sauce. And throwing salt...into my water for some reason.”
“It makes it boil better. You ain’t know that?”
“Yeah, yeah. C’mere.”
He stands between her legs, kissing her chastely on the lips at first while she drapes her arms around him and smiles. “I think your salt trick might be a myth. It’s not boiling any faster.” Their noses bump together gently and he shrugs. So what if it is, it makes him feel better. It gives him something else to do while the water boils.
He kisses her again. “Yeah, maybe. But if it ain’t hurtin’ nothin’, might as well. I ain’t tell you how to make your pasta, just threw a pinch’a salt in there.” His hands are on her hips and he scoots her a little closer. “Y’know, though, I was feelin’ like dessert.” His thumbs hook into the waistband of her pants and she giggles, playing with his hair while one of her legs wraps itself around him. They’re against each other when she pulls him in to close the distance.
“Lucky for you, I got it ready-made.”
Johnny pulls at her waistband. “Damn, maybe you’s a better chef than me after all, huh?” She snickers now, lifting herself off of the counter for a second to allow him to slide her bottoms off. They’re around her ankles before she feels the cool granite of the counter beneath her again and she plants both hands at the edge. Johnny kicks them to the side and lowers himself. Alexis had forgotten (or perhaps, purposefully neglected) to put on underwear before she had left the room. His face dipped between her thighs, hands on either side of them as he threw them over his shoulders and he ran his tongue along her, stopping to swirl around and flatten against her clit. He chuckles to himself the minute he feels her legs clamp around his head. The thought of earmuffs occurs to him and for some reason that is pretty amusing. Regardless of any silly thoughts, works her with perhaps more skill than he had with just his hands. Johnny runs his mouth all day long, it would be a shame if he had nothing to show for it. Her head rests against the cabinet doors and she bites her lip, reaching to run her fingers through his hair.
He makes an effort to keep her legs open, focused on her and her only despite the feeling of his cock hardening and threatening to free itself from the confines of his pants. He eventually tongue fucks her and as it is something he’s not been keen to do before, Alexis jolts a little at the new sensation. She moans and her hips swivel to press him further against her. She feels herself coming close again and as before she begins to tremble, whining and pleading that he keep going.
He has no intention of stopping, but the sound of her voice breathes even more life into his movements and when she cums, he forces her legs apart. Never having felt this before, Alexis’ moans sound far different than either of them had ever experienced. Her legs fight him, thighs threatening to crush him as they try to meet in the middle with every little wave of her orgasm. When she relaxes he releases her and she sinks into her spot on the counter. She notices that Johnny is wincing a little, and realizes that maybe it isn’t quite fair that he’s only taken care of her. She pushes him a little, only to make space for herself to hop off of the counter.
A gesture encourages him to sit over at the table, it is wordless but he knows exactly what she means. He sits at one of the spaces, pre-set since the both of them agree that it looks better that way. She frees him and his cock all but stands at attention to her, they share a look and she can only shake her head at his eagerness for her to take him into her mouth. She does and tongues his shaft, lips wrapping around it as she rests one hand on his stomach, the other gently gripping the base. She bobs her head and it is embarrassing how quickly Johnny cums from this combination. He may be a little more worked up than he had realized when at the counter. She swallows every bit of the load and looks up at him with a smirk, knowing well that she handles him like no other. They both relax and it is only then that she notices that something smells off.
Oh, right, the food.
She stands up, nearly tripping and landing in a pile on the floor when she swings around and gets to the stove in record time. Her legs are weak but it doesn’t stop her from turning the burners off and checking things out. The pasta has boiled over and the sauce is completely burnt into the pan. Johnny, wiping at the corner of his mouth with a sleeve and adjusting his pants, laughs while she simply shakes her head and retrieves her own bottoms. What a waste of food.
“See, what I tell you? Ain’t always the best idea to cook.”
She already has a response prepped and ready to fire back, but he shushes her and wraps an arm about her waist. “Relax. I’m jus’ kiddin’. Listen, why don’t we order somethin’ instead? We can get a pizza.” The idea had not crossed her, but she shrugs in acceptance that it may just be the better idea. She leans into him and then the other way, making the both of them sway playfully. She cannot stay mad at Johnny for long. The gingerly touches at his busted lip and then pats his cheek.
“Yeah, alright, fine. You have to call this time, though. I always do.”
“You gonna make me get on the phone now, huh?? Man. Fair’s fair I guess.”
Alexis giggles and hip bumps him to the side, encouraging him to go grab one of their phones so that they can order. He comes back with her phone, his having died much earlier in the day. She pulls up the correct number and even dials it up for him before she hands the phone over, laying out her simple order to him as he waits for someone to pick up. They do, and he relays the message, tacking on his own order for a calzone. A random pick, but something in him is craving it.
They work to clean the kitchen up together and soak the saucepan. The sight of the stove is a little upsetting but they will figure out what to do about the weird burn stains another day. Johnny takes Alexis by the hand as another great idea pops into his head. They’ve got food on the way, nothing to do tonight, and a whole house to themselves. He brings them into the living room where he sits her down on the couch and heads back to the bedroom, gathering pillows and blankets. When he returns, he settles Alexis into one spot on the couch, the corner piece of the L shaped furniture where she could tuck in. He sets up the living room TV to play a movie. This kind of soft, caring behavior is something that he does not exhibit often, but when he finds the motivation, he can be almost as nurturing as she is.
Their order arrives when the movie starts, and neither of them could have made the timing better if they had tried. He takes care of this too, paper plates and spare napkins making up their special dinnerware for the evening. He serves Alexis her food and gets his set into his lap when he nestles into her corner with her to watch the movie. Moments like these give the both of them a peace they cannot always access when they live the life they do at the Academy.
Something akin to bliss.