SP fanfic Chapter 22

He opened the door and walked in. Her jaw dropped as she walked in behind him.
"What do you think?" he asked as he smiled at her.
"It's amazing..." She walked over to the wall of glass on the right and stared out over the city in awe. She turned back to Dexter as he was taking his jacket off, she could see the muscles under his white T-shirt. Her heart rate quickened. He turned round, locking eyes with her.
"Quite a view huh?"
"Oh, yes..." Obviously she wasn't talking about the window.
"Have you had anything to eat today?"
"Uh, no actually..."
"Here, i'll make you something. I'll take your jacket."
She took her jacket off and handed it to him "Thank you"
"No problem" He went to hang up her jacket then went to the kitchen.
"What would you like?"
"What do you have?"
He laughed and looked at her over his shoulder.
"Go check the fridge"
She went over to the fridge which was full of colour. He was very healthy, and no wonder, with a body like that.
"Do you know how to make pancakes?" She asked
"Yeah, do you know how to flip them? I always get them stuck to the roof." He replied
She laughed and nodded. She took out the ingredients and gave them to him. They made the mixture together, Dexter blew flour in her face and she laughed, a little shocked. She threw a handful at him and they were soon covered in flour and so was the kitchen floor. They laughed.
"You'll need to clean that up." Dexter smiled
"I know, and you'll have to flip the pancakes...oh my god, the pancakes!" Chione panicked
They looked over to the pan to the cremated pancake.
"At least that was only one of them, there is still enough mix, right?" She asked.
"Yeah, there should be."
"You go clean up, i'll make the pancakes." Chione offered.
"Alright, call me if you need anything." He said
She smiled at him as he left. She poured the mixture back into the pan and flipped the pancakes. She repeated this process until the mixture was all used. She got a dish cloth and wiped down her jeans and T-shirt a little. She started mopping the floor and by the time she was finished, Dexter was ust coming out of the bathroom with a towel around him.
"Thought you said I was to clean up" He smiled.
"I got bored and it was dirty so..."
She went over and places two plates of pancakes on the table.
"Those look great, thank you.
"No problem"
"Um...can I use your shower? I got most of the flour out of my clothes but it's still in my hair."
"Of course you can, let me find you a towel"
He went into his bedroom and came out with a long white towel.
"Here you go."
"Thank you"
She went into the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She turned on the shower and got in. She washed her hair and decided to wash her clothes too. When she was finished she turned off the shower and stepped out, wrapping the towel around her body and putting her wet hair into a bn so it doesn't spray water everywhere. She lifted up her wet clothes and opened the door. Dexter wasn't in the kitchen, his pancaked were finished.
"Dexter?"
"In here"
She went round to where his voice was coming from and he was standing in his bedroom with only trousers on, he turned to her and they just stared at each other. Finally Chione looked away, bright red.
"I-I'm sorry, i'll leave you to get dressed"
He reached out for her.
"No, it's fine, what is it?"
She tried her best not to stare at his chest, especially now that he was so close to her.
"I just wanted to know where to put my wet clothes and if you had a shirt that I could borrow until they try..."
"Oh, one minute" He looked through his drawers and pulled out a white shirt.
"Is this ok?"
"Yes, thank you"
"I'll put your clothes out to dry"
"Thanks again" She smiled.
Dexter picked out her underwear and grinned.
"I think you might need these."
She blushed again and snatched them out of his hand, he laughed and walked out the door, closing it behind him. She sighed and collapsed on his bed. It was so warm and comfy.... she took the towel off, took the bauble out of her hair and dried it a bit. She then put her underwear back on and slid into the shirt, then tied up her hair again. She opened the door and walked to the living room. He was there, sitting on the couch, looking at something on his laptop.
"You're like a ghost" He said as he looked up, his mouth gaping open.
"Wow"
She took a seat beside him.
"What?"
"You really suit that..."
"Really?"
"Mhm"
He turned his shirtless body towards her and moved his hand to the shirt collar.
"Although, I think it would look better with a few buttons undone..."
He started unbuttoning the one at the collar, then another, then another. He paused as he was one away from the one below her bra. He locked eyes with her. There was nothing in her reaction showing that she wanted him to stop. Her skin was warm to the touch...but that was impossible...she had a heart of ice...he continued un-doing the buttons and slid the shirt off of her shoulders. He lay her softly back on the couch, hunched over her. He leaned down and was about to kiss her...when the door went.