Weekend Getaway

"But I'm cute."

"You are, but no pouting allowed this weekend."

"Why not?" she whined.

"Because this is a happy trip." he chuckled.

"But I pout to make you lust for me."

"I lust for you regardless." he smirked.

"Down, boy." she teased him as she finished eating.

"I'll try to calm down." he chuckled. "Was it good?" he asked referring to the food.

"Very good, more reason why you should do the cooking from now on." She chuckled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." he said. "Maybe I'll cook once in a while."

"I think you just like my cooking." Lacy chuckled. "Lazy bones."

"You got me." he snorted.

"I know all." She chuckled. "For instance, you're probably not wearing any boxers." She smirked.

"Your guess may be correct." he smirked.

"Because you think I might maul you somewhere in this kitchen." She chuckled. "Am I right or am I right?"

"Somewhat right." he chuckled.

"You were... hoping I'd wash the dishes?"

"Laziness to go through my bag and find a pair." he smirked.

"And here I thought I was special." she joked.

"You've very special. I don't even cook for Colt." he joked as he grabbed her plate to wash it.

She laughed a little, though awkwardly. "Lets not talk about him."

"You've got it." he nodded. "My bad."

She stood up. "I guess I should go and try to find a normal bra." she chuckled.

"If you must." he chuckled. "I'll clean up in the meanwhile."

"Cooking and cleaning? Oh, baby..." she smirked.