Nephilim and the Nun

Quinn:

"How did it go?" She asked, sauntering into the kitchen.

"As planned".

In response, she nodded slowly. 

My eyes drifted down her body. I could never tire of admiring her gracious curves. She was dressed in my tee from the night before, without the shorts.

"So, " she cleared her throat while fighting off a blush. "What's the next step?" She tucked some of her wild morning hair behind her ear.

"The General".

"Okay. I hope this works".

"Me too".

Moving past me, she went straight to the coffee maker to get her cup of coffee. After brewing herself a mug, she reached up to the top shelf for cream and sugar. This time around, I didn't help her. Instead, I remained in my place, watching the show.

The more she tried to reach for the shelf, the more her shirt raised, almost exposing her ass completely. Instinctively, her hand shot out to pull it down. She whipped her head towards me, staring at me with wide eyes and mouth agape.

A smirk graced my lips.

the

a finger at

me to do more than just seeing".

attention. Her eyes darted

the sugar and cream but

eyes snapped to mine, glaring daggers at me. But my smirk

exchange for sugar

hinting at my point and as predicted, her eyes traveled back to them. Just when I thought she was going to give in, she stepped towards the kitchen island and

almost succeeded but she stepped on the wrong foot and was about to

into mine, mouth slightly open. All I needed to do was to lean in and claim her lips but strands of my long hair fell onto my eyes. Instinctively, she raised her hand and moved the stray hair from my eyes. Her

a bit. Her already erratic heartbeat sped up, thudding

She wanted it.

forehead on hers but instead of sealing my lips to hers like I wanted to, I flicked my tongue across the seam of

if

for the shelf and got the sugar and cream for her. A small frown

arm around her waist, I pulled her still form against my chest,

be?".

be happy to

at