'I wanna go away for the weekend…'
Stephen perks up quickly. I look at him slightly miffed; if he thinks he's having the weekend off work he can think again.
'…with you.' He finishes.
The shy, lopsided smile makes an appearance as he finishes drying the glass. I don't know how I'm supposed to respond, I can do the odd night in a hotel room, but a whole weekend? It's not something I'd have planned for us any time soon.
'We are needed here. We can't be doing disappearing acts just because it suits you.'
He chucks the tea towel on the bar and shakes his head. Feisty Stephen. Nice.
'You mean you don't want to go anywhere with me, or be seen with me because I'm not a woman. I'm sick of it.'
'Oh, don't be silly.' I put the rest of the bottles in the fridge and ignore the way he looks at me. That puppy eyed act he pulls out when he doesn't get his own way. 'Get back to work.'
'It's true though. Please Bren'… it'll be a laugh, just you and me.'
Bren? Okay, I'll just ignore the way my heart tugged at his rare nickname for me. But we can't go away; it'd be weird and wrong. Without answering him back, he shoves past me and leaves.
'Forget it!' He shouts weakly.
3 hours later.
With a burger in my mouth and a carton of Coke in one hand, I knock at the rusty door. Ffs, hurry up, Stephen. He doesn't answer so I knock louder and don't stop until he answers.
'Jesus, I thought you'd died of boredom listening to Rae go on like an old woman, what took you so long, huh?'
He looks at me with a face like thunder. He doesn't move to allow me entrance, so I give him my best charming smile that seems to get me out of trouble.
'Do you have to be so rude?' He whines at me. 'That's my girlfriend you're talking about.'
I push past him and stand in the kitchen. I wipe down the worktop and sit on it and continue eating my burger. You can't beat a nice double cheese burger after a long day. Well, you can, Stephen's tongue down my throat always seems to cheer me up, but that's another matter.
'Aww, so why you asking me on a weekend away instead of the lovely, Rae?'
He just tots at me and puts on the kettle.
'That doesn't matter now.'
I laugh at his weakness to lie to me. He looks at me;
'What now?' He asks confused.
'You haven't worked out the art of lying yet, Stevie-boy. Me turning your little romantic trip idea down with me as really pissed you off, hasn't it?'
'And you haven't worked out the act of eating with your mouth closed yet, Brady…'
To wind him up that bit more I ravish the last bit of burger into my mouth. Even the image in my head isn't the nicest, but the sickly face he pulls is enough to make me not give a toss.
'Brendan! That's disgusting man…'
He watches on as I slurp down my drink.
'And it wasn't a 'romantic trip' away.'
I roll my eyes at him. What on earth do I see in this man sometimes, really? He's a pain in the arse.
'Well, it wasn't to take random photos of the countryside and add them to your secret collection, was it?'
He laughs at me, but the way his face shines of smugness delight I'm sure he isn't laughing at my dry wit. I cock an eyebrow up at him;
'You're welcome to share the joke.' I tell him.
He pours the milk into his warm drink and slurps it.
'You've just got a smudge of ketchup on that stupid facial hair of yours.'
STUPID? Is he asking for a slap?
'You don't normally complain. Come here.'
He holds his cup lightly with both hands and stands in front of me. I pull him in with my legs and hold him.
'Wipe it off for me then.'
He rolls his eyes as though he doesn't want to play, 'his' Rae's turning him into a right miserable sod these days. He's needs a bit of my loving, that'll soon bring him back to life.
He wipes the ketchup off my moustache slowly with his thumb, he looks at me in the eyes, the turned on bottom lip thing he does lights up the kitchen. He knows what I want.
I open my mouth slightly and consume his thumb, my tongue searching for that addictive taste. The sauce soon down my gullet I let it drop from my mouth.
'Tasty.' I state with a small smirk.
'Rae's gonna be back in a bit.'
He takes another sip of his tea as he thinks the fun's over. He tries to escape from my grasp, as guilt… something seems to build up inside him. I hold him tighter by my legs and take the cup from his hand.
I place the small strand of hair that lies on his forehead to the side of his face with my fingers.
'You're turning into a right little goodie two shoes, Stephen.'
I push his face to face me, damn those eyes… this really isn't how I saw things working out. Those eyes build up that hunger I have for him, those eye lashes seem to grow more and more each them I clap sight on them.
'I thought you were all about the fuuuun.' I drone out the last word, making him do that eye flutter thing.
'What ya here for, Brendan?'
I tilt my head to one side. Maybe it won't be that bad; if I sort the rules, maybe it could be a laugh. It'll only work on my terms, mind. Yeah, this could be fun.
'This weekend away, you still up for it?'
A/N: OOC? Never! Shockingly bad, I know, but if you've read it then thank you!