Song for this chapter:  A muse- dvns

"How much longer?" I complained, with my feet dangling off the kitchen island. Nate's back was turned to me as he stirred some sauce in a pot on the stove. I was unaware of what he was making for food but man did it smell fucking amazing. 

"Not long," Nate spoke plainly, continuing to stir the mysterious white sauce. "Have you really never ate this before?"

I stuck out my neck to analyze the food that was being prepared on the stove, some kind of steak that was battered with a white creamy sauce that I had seen him put bacon pieces in. And some kind of ravioli but it didn't have the red sauce like the chef boyardee ravioli. 

"I don't think so," I answered honestly, "We kind of just ate a lot of fast food as kids or simple things that was easy for a teenager to make you know. As you have noticed my mom isn't exactly home like ever."

"It's kind of heartbreaking that you grew up in such an empty home, and I can't imagine that your brother was great company," Nate questioned, with his back still facing me. 

"He used to be my bestfreind," I frowned and started to chew on the inside of my cheek, "He wasn't always like that, I guess I just always thought that he wouldn't turn out like my father." 

"Was your dad abusive?" Nate questioned next, I could hear the drag in his voice and see the way his body stiffened as he waited for an answer. 

"Yes," I answered calmly, "It was never really bad you know? Like not something that can be comparable to what a lot of other people have been through. But he was the angry drunk type. The kind that would disappear for days and return smelling like piss and liquor with this sinister gaze that was like he was possessed. There were times that things that I've never told anyone." 

Nate let go of the spoon that was in his hands and both of his hands were on either side of him gripping down tightly to the edge of the tough, thick veins were running up his forearms from how tightly he must have been gripping the stove. I had this confidence that I could tell him about my childhood because he wasn't looking at me, I couldn't see the look of pity that was probably lingering on his face. I mean who wants to admits that their father would get absolutely obliterated and then abuse his little girl. 

"I don't want to talk about this anymore," Nate growled, "I will kill that bastard if I hear anymore." 

"Okay," I breathed out, "So can you tell me what you are making yet." 

Nate turned around quickly and starred up at me with red eyes glossy eyes, two tears were sliding down the side of his face. I tilted my head and starred up at him in confusion, why was he crying?

"I won't let anyone ever hurt you again," Nate spoke quietly. "I will protect you." 

In a second his arms were wrapped around my waist and his head was resting on my chest, I reached forward and ran my fingers through his thick strands of hair, he always smelled so clean, his scent was almost like an aphrodisiac all on it's own.

"Come on," I sighed, "Don't get all sappy and romantic on me. I just want to eat some food and have my pussy pounded. I mean you promised in return for me dressing like I am some prune." 

I mean all that I really did was dramatically slide on a pair of sweatpants over the spandex shorts that I was wearing, and the second that we returned back home they were on the floor and there they sit at the front entrance of the house. Don't get me wrong sweatpants are so comfortable but fuck I hate wearing clothes, and the less the better. 

"God you're a gremlin," Nate growled, pulling his head up and putting his hands down on either side of me gripping the counter top. I bite my lip softly and starred at his lip that were only inches from mine, his eyes were still read from the few tears that had spilled from his eyes, and it only made his face a thousand times hotter in this moment. 

I parted my lips and licked the bottom of my lip slightly, begging for him to take my invitation for him to kiss me but instead he leaned back and turned his focus back to the food that was on the stove. I rolled my eyes and exhaled a defeated breath of air. 

"Asshole," I muttered under my breath. 

An hour later and I was finally laying back under my warm bundle of blankets in nothing but my undergarments while Nate was in the shower. I really seen no point in him showering again when I was just going to make his dick a slobbery mess when he returns back to bed. I mean did he really expect me to not suck his dick after he has quite literally made me the greatest meal that I have ever eaten in my life. 

"Babe?" Nate called out. His voice sound almost like a plead for help.

I let out an annoyed groan and crawled out of my warm bundle of blankets, and walked down the hall to the bathroom. I pushed open the door and smiled at the very naked Nate who was standing in the shower, with the water streaming down his back. 

"Yes?" I questioned, stepping up to the shower.

"Don't laugh," Nate glared at me. 

"What?" I furrowed my eyebrows. 

"Well, I can't reach my back would you help me wash it?" Nate questioned seriously. 

"Are you kidding me you made it seem like it was some desperate situation like you had put my nair on your balls or something," I teased, reaching behind my back to unclasp my bra. 

"Why would you think that?" Nate questioned with wide eyes as he scanned over all of the bathroom products on the wall of the shower. 

I let out a slight giggle as I pulled off my underwear and stepped into the shower. I grabbed the pink loofah that was hanging on the knob of the shower and squeezed some of the body wash onto it and started to rub his back with the soapy loofah. 

"You realize that this is something that normal couples do in the shower right?" I questioned curiously, by the way he was acting it was almost like he has never had a regular shower with a girl before. 

"I didn't," Nate answered, "I thought it was be embarrassing to ask for something like that."

"I love you," I spoke as I wrapped my arms around his waist and pressed my cheek against his soapy back, "I love that we are growing as a couple." 

"I love it too," Nate murmured softly.

"Can I suck your dick now?" I smirked pushing myself away from his body, and continued to soap up his back. 

"Well I'm not going to deny you," Nate chuckled. 

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