Little Red | ??

I'm "Sick"

"Shut up," I say lightly hitting his chest.

"Make me," he challenges. Without another word, I lean up and kiss him.

"Yea. That works," he says while kissing me. Continuing the kiss, I get on top of Ryder and straddle him.

"Don't start something you can't finish," he says pulling away to look at me.

"Who said I can't finish?" I ask.

"Me. And as much as I do want to fuck you senseless, I have something to prove," he says.

"Is that so?" I ask raising an eyebrow.

"Yes. I don't need you thinking in that pretty little head of yours that I'm just using you for sex so I'm going to make you wait till you're on your knees begging for me," he says.

"Ok, hun. Whatever helps you sleep at night," I reply.

"Well, last night I slept just fine because you were in my bed. A bit disappointed we weren't naked, but I can see your nipples through my t-shirt so that shall do for now," he says.

"You're such a perv. Stop looking at my boobs," I say folding my arms over my chest.

"But your boobs are so perky. And these nipples," he says giving my breast a light squeeze.

"You're a weirdo," I say.

"Oh but you love it, Little Red," he says.

"That, I do," I reply.

"Now, as much as I love the position we are in, we need food," Ryder says.

"Yea I'm starving," I say, getting off of Ryder.

"Starving for my dick," he says under his breath.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing," he says.

"Mhm. Not everything is about you and your dick you know," I say.

"I don't hear you denying the fact that you want it though," he says.

"Shut up," I say.

"Aww, am I turning Little Red on?" he asks.

"The only thing you're turning on is the urge to kick you in the balls. So if I were you, I'd shut the fuck up," I say.

"Oof. Someone's bitchy when they're hungry," he says. Glaring at him, he throws his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, sorry," he says.

"Mhm. What do you have to eat?" I ask.

"Umm. I can call the chef over and have him make something," Ryder says.

"Ryder, do you know how to cook?" I ask.

"Well, yea. I'm a grown man," he says.

"Exactly. You don't need a motherfucking chef then," I say.

"But why do it myself when I can have someone do it for me?" he asks.

"Jesus Christ," I say, turning away from. I'm pretty sure he had everything to make a good breakfast, and I planned on doing just that.

Walking down to the kitchen, I leave Ryder in his room so he can take an incoming phone call. I started making my mom's famous pancakes and decided to make eggs and bacon on the side. Taking the eggs out of the pan, I put them in a bowl and place them on the table. Putting more pancake batter into the pan, I feel arms wrap around my waist and a head on my shoulder. 

"You're sexy when you cook, you know that?" Ryder says not letting go of me. 

"Shut up," I reply, trying to hide my blush. 

"Aww, Little Red's blushing," he says kissing my cheek. "You know, you didn't have to do this," he says. 

"I know. I just wanted to," I reply. 

Not replying, he kisses up shoulder and then my neck. 

"Don't I have enough hickeys from you already?" I ask.

"You could never have enough hickeys from me," he says. 

"You're gonna make me burn these pancakes," I say. 

"I could always eat you. I'm pretty sure you taste better anyways," he says. 

"You're such a perv," I say. 

"Oh, but you love it," he replies. 

Setting the table for two, Ryder and I sit down to eat the breakfast I made. 

"Holy shit. These are amazing," he says taking a bite into the pancakes. 

"It's my mom's recipe," I reply. 

"Damn. Our kids' are going to be eating good with you as their momma," he says, making me choke on my eggs. 

"Woah, hold on there. What?" I ask. 

"First off, don't choke. Second, I was thinking we could take this further," he says. 

"Ryder, what are you saying?" I ask. 

"Ari, would you like to be my girlfriend?" he asks. 

"G-girlfriend?" I ask in disbelief. 

"Yes. You know, a female companion with whom a person has a romantic or sexual relationship. That is something I would like with you. Unless you're looking for friends with benefits because then I can't help you. I'm a changed man remember," he says. 

"You're serious right now? Like. You're being deadass?" I ask.

"Yes, I'm being deadass," Ryder says with a chuckle. 

"Then yea. Holy shit yea I'll be your girlfriend," I say. 

"Good, because we're going out tomorrow," he says. 

"Like a date?" I ask. 

"Yes, like a date. That is what girlfriends and boyfriends do you know," he says. 

"And what if I say no?" I ask. 

"Well you can't because you're my girlfriend now," he says. 

"Damn, that's true," I say. "When and where?" I ask. 

"I'll pick you up at your place at 7. Dress formally," he says. 

"Ok. Sounds good. So, now what are we going to do?" I ask. 

"I was thinking movies and popcorn and a good amount of making out in between. Unless you had other plans," he says. 

"No, that sounds perfect," I reply. 

"Alrighty then. We'll clear the table and head to the living room," he says. 

After clearing the table and doing the dishes, Ryder and I head to the living room with a bowl of popcorn. Cuddled into Ryder underneath a blanket, I soon fall asleep in the middle of watching 'Crazy Rich Asians'.