Competitive (Tatennant)
From Nonny - catherine and david are having a food fight (because david started it) and at some point david grabs her and they both fall at the ground. they are laughing and then david stares at her and they kiss.
The sweet smell of vanilla hit David as soon as he enters his flat. He comes round the corner and find his girlfriend in the kitchen in an apron and a whisk in hand. “Cath? What are you doing?”
“Working out,” Catherine replies sarcastically with a smirk. “What does it look like to you, David?”
He wraps his arms around her waist from behind and kisses her neck. “I can see that. Why are you baking? You don’t bake. You cook but you don’t bake.”
“I just wanted to try something new.”
“How is it working out for you?”
“Not bad,” she smiles proudly. She dips her finger into the batter and holds it out to you. Bad idea, she thinks because she gasps when he swirls his tongue around her finger before gently sucking it, and all while he looks her dead in her eyes with those eyes that makes her shudder. “How is it?” she murmurs quietly.
“Not bad at all.” His eyes twinkle mischievously. Holding out his fingers coated with the cake batter and waits till she leans in before brushing his fingers across her pink cheeks.
“David!”
“Sorry,” he shrugs. He’s not really sorry and they both know it. “I’ll clean it up.” He smears more batter across her face and down her neck, making a bigger mess.
Catherine stares at him with wide eyes before she grabs a handful of flour and tosses it at him. “Two can play this game, Mr McDonald.”
“Oh, it’s on,” he declares with a competitive growl. He grabs the bottle of honey from the counter and squeezes it into her hair, eliciting a squeak from her.
“Oh my god! I just washed my hair! You’re going to pay for this.”
They spend the next few minutes tossing food at each other, both of them trying to gain the upper hand until David reaches for Catherine, grabbing her hand to stop her from tossing the eggs across the room. “You’re so competitive,” he laughs as they both fall to the floor after losing their balance in their now very messy kitchen.
“I’m not,” she pouts. “But just for the record, I win.”
“No,” he whispers softly and runs a honey coated finger across her pink lips which never fails to send a shiver down her spine. “I win. You know why?”
“Tell me,” she whispers back, her breath in her throat. She loops her arms around his neck and runs her fingers through his messy hair.
He leans in so close that he can feel her warm breath on his cheeks. He feels her heart pounding against his chest and swallows hard. “Because Catherine,” he murmurs as he licks her lips, before he captures her lips with his. “I can do this.”
The sweet smell of vanilla hit David as soon as he enters his flat. He comes round the corner and find his girlfriend in the kitchen in an apron and a whisk in hand. “Cath? What are you doing?”
“Working out,” Catherine replies sarcastically with a smirk. “What does it look like to you, David?”
He wraps his arms around her waist from behind and kisses her neck. “I can see that. Why are you baking? You don’t bake. You cook but you don’t bake.”
“I just wanted to try something new.”
“How is it working out for you?”
“Not bad,” she smiles proudly. She dips her finger into the batter and holds it out to you. Bad idea, she thinks because she gasps when he swirls his tongue around her finger before gently sucking it, and all while he looks her dead in her eyes with those eyes that makes her shudder. “How is it?” she murmurs quietly.
“Not bad at all.” His eyes twinkle mischievously. Holding out his fingers coated with the cake batter and waits till she leans in before brushing his fingers across her pink cheeks.
“David!”
“Sorry,” he shrugs. He’s not really sorry and they both know it. “I’ll clean it up.” He smears more batter across her face and down her neck, making a bigger mess.
Catherine stares at him with wide eyes before she grabs a handful of flour and tosses it at him. “Two can play this game, Mr McDonald.”
“Oh, it’s on,” he declares with a competitive growl. He grabs the bottle of honey from the counter and squeezes it into her hair, eliciting a squeak from her.
“Oh my god! I just washed my hair! You’re going to pay for this.”
They spend the next few minutes tossing food at each other, both of them trying to gain the upper hand until David reaches for Catherine, grabbing her hand to stop her from tossing the eggs across the room. “You’re so competitive,” he laughs as they both fall to the floor after losing their balance in their now very messy kitchen.
“I’m not,” she pouts. “But just for the record, I win.”
“No,” he whispers softly and runs a honey coated finger across her pink lips which never fails to send a shiver down her spine. “I win. You know why?”
“Tell me,” she whispers back, her breath in her throat. She loops her arms around his neck and runs her fingers through his messy hair.
He leans in so close that he can feel her warm breath on his cheeks. He feels her heart pounding against his chest and swallows hard. “Because Catherine,” he murmurs as he licks her lips, before he captures her lips with his. “I can do this.”