THE WOLF AND THE LAMB PART 2
By TexGG
As the rays from the early morning sun peaked through his windows, Nicholas rolled out of bed, groggily stumbling into the bathroom. He quietly and absent-mindedly went through his morning routine, washing his hands, splashing his face, and running his hands through his hair in attempt to remove the trace evidence of bedhead. Finally deeming himself presentable, he went out back to his bedroom and paused. He... had shut his bedroom door last night, didn't he? He usually did, but this morning, it was cracked open, allowing the sounds and smells of a sizzling breakfast to waft in. Ooh, breakfast! His reflections about his door were quickly forgotten as his stomach growled at him, and he rushed out into the apartment, salivating.
Lily was in high spirits this morning, despite herself. She felt good about today. She thought she should feel guilty about what she did last night, but she didn't. Fact is, she felt damn near elated. "Good morning, sunshine." She called cheerily to Nicholas, as he walked out of his room, rubbing his face.
"Is that... breakfast?" he asked, his voice slightly hoarse in the early morning.
"Mhm. I woke up a bit early, so I decided to make us a little something as a 'happy first day as roomies' sort of deal. Hope you're a fan of bacon and eggs..." she answered, placing two plates on the small table.
"I am American, aren't I?" Nick eagerly grabbed his fork and began shoveling food in his mouth. Lily shook her head in amusement before sitting across from him. They ate in silence, the sounds of the clinking silverware and the birds outside filling the small apartment. As Nick finished the last of his eggs, he set down his fork and looked up at Lily, quizzically. "Hey... did you come in my room last night? My door was open when I woke up."
Lily froze, her fork halfway from the plate to her mouth. Her previously cheerful spirits came crashing down around her, almost immediately. Nervously, her mind spiraled, racing to think of an excuse or reason she'd have to go into his room, ideally a reason that wouldn't end up with his door being locked from here on out. "Uh... yeah. You know what? When I started making eggs, I had checked in to see if you were awake and if you wanted some. I guess I forgot to close it afterward; my bad, dude." Lily shrugged nonchalantly, looking down at her plate as she stirred her eggs around her plate. As she talked, her eyes searched Nicholas' face for a sign, any sign, of doubt or concern. He just nodded and shrugged it off, however.
"Oh, okay, no problem. Thanks for making breakfast, by the way. If you're not careful, I'll start expecting it." He joked as he ran the plate under the kitchen faucet and placing it in the dishwasher.
"Fat chance, buddy. If anyone's going to be doing the housework here, it'll be you. I'll make your ass wear a maid outfit while you do it, too." Lily laughed as she shot back. Nick did not laugh, however. He turned away from her, but before his face left her view, she saw his eyes grow in shock and his cheeks grow beet-red. Despite herself, Lily did her best to suppress a knowing smile.
"Uh... y-yeah, sure. I'll be in my room if you need anything." As his door closed, Lily swore under her breath.
Damnit, Lily. Be cool, you're going to freak him out.
She shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. She had been careless, leaving his door open. She could've sworn she closed it, but she left his room last night in such a haze, she wasn't surprised she left it open.
Well, no more. That was the last time something like that happens.
Even as she promised herself she wouldn't, she knew damn well she had no intentions of stopping.
I could make a move on him... but he's skittish enough that I wouldn't put it past him to bolt the second I show him interest.
No more slip-ups.
Her thoughts were interrupted as Nick's door opened and he walked out. He walked past her into the kitchen and grabbed a rag, running it under the water before turning and heading back to his room. As he passed Lily, he shrugged, confused. "My chair's all sticky, smells funny, too. I guess I must've spilled something on it when I was moving." Lily pictured herself last night, leaning back in his chair, as she furiously ran her fingers over herself; as she cried out, cumming around her fingers.
Shit. Starting...now.
Nick scrubbed the chair vigorously. Whatever he had spilt last night had been sticky, and had a familiar scent, one he couldn't place. He cautiously sniffed his chair, but whatever he had smelled was gone now. He dropped the rag into his laundry bin before going into his closet and grabbing a pair of jeans and a t-shirt with some indie band's faded logo on the front.
Okay, not to self- no more soda, energy drinks or food by my computer.
Nicholas knew full damn well he had no plans to amend such behavior. Oh well, it's thought that counts, right? "Hey, Lily! I'm going to meet up with Emily. Need anything from the store while I'm out?"
As Nick's car slowed to a stop at the red light, he scanned over the laundry list of items Lily had handed him. Half of the list consisted of various smoke and beer brands, some of which he didn't even recognize. Then there were the frozen pizzas, energy drinks, candy and baked goods. Nick chuckled to himself, shaking his head in amusement as the light turned green.
It's like living with a goddamn frat party all condensed into one woman.
"So?"
Nick looked over the menu once more, ignoring Emily's prodding for the time being. "I, like, just ate. It'd be weird to get, like, a BLT or something, right?" Emily didn't respond to his attempt at a diversion, and instead continued to stare at the back of the menu where Nick's head was. As he tentatively peeked over the top of the menu at her, she just arched an eyebrow in his direction.
"So...?" Nick prompted, laying down the menu. He wrapped his hands around the warm cup of tea, heating his hands in brisk autumn morning. Emily and Nick just stared each other. While Emily was slightly annoyed at Nick's avoidance of her interrogations, Nicholas was in quite the humorous mood at her irritated state, something that only made her more exasperated, which Nick found even funnier. This cycle of amusement and irritations was not an uncommon occurrence between the two friends, much to Emily's annoyance.
"So, how did yesterday go? Don't act like you don't know what I'm asking! How are the two of you... getting along?" Emily asked, praying that her fears about the two roommates wasn't obvious from her question.
"I don't know, Emily. Fine, I guess? It's been less than twenty-four hours, you know. Ask me in, like, a week." Nicholas laughed. Emily rolled her eyes dramatically, but dropped it. "What about you, then. What did you do yesterday?" Nick asked, holding the tea to his lips as his eyes locked with Emily's.
After a second of hesitation, she lowered them to the floor as the events of her previous night replayed in her head. What would happen if she just said it? How would he react? As soon as that thought formed in her mind, she dispelled it. She knew how he would take that. He would be freaked, and their friendship shattered. "Fine."
