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The Manor (DudeMeister&SHARPii)

It was the best sleep she had since the last time they got to sleep in each other's arms. The next morning, Harper was still so asleep. But she woke up still bright and early, it being her internal alarm clock. She got one now unfortunately after this week. Apparently all it took was a week. She woke up at 8 AM, unraveling herself from his arms a little bit to just lay on her side and looked at him. And he was all hers. Or well, at least she hoped he'd be all hers at some point. She hoped. She could always hope. Her hand came up and she ran her fingers down the side of his cheek until she cupped it gently. She bit her lower lip and then leaned in and placed a small peck on his lips. "Morning." She whispered before rolling away to get up. She wanted to treat him to a gourmet breakfast.
 
He slumbered peacefully the entire night, his dreams pleasant, and his sleep was restful. He woke up around the time he felt the lightest of pecks on his lips. He groaned lowly and opened his eyes a bit, his hair messy.

"Mmmm, morning beautiful" he said, his arms stretching a bit to go after her as she rolled out of bed, chasing her for an embrace. He grumbled a bit when she escaped his clutches, and instead settled for her pillow that had faint traces of the the perfume she wore. Nuzzling into it briefly he saw her get out of bed. He rolled onto his back and smirked, yawning a bit as his arms and legs stretched. A rather large bulge was under the covers, and it was no surprise what caused it, but he wasn't going to ask her for anything. He was going to be the good guy this time

"Sleep well?" he asked, gazing at her appreciatively.
 
Harper looked back at him and she giggled, sweeping her legs off to the side and moving right off the bed just before he could have gotten her in his clutches. It just made her smile though seeing how he swept her pillow from her side and nuzzled up to it. He was so cute in the mornings. She never realized. Then again, the last morning they spent together, he was incredibly sexy and all over her. Right now, he was adorable half awake and she wanted to snuggle up to him again.

She moved back to the bed and sat down, but tried to keep distance. Because she knew, and he knew it wouldn't take much. For...
"Really well." She said softly and her eyes happened to wander down his body and rest on the bulge right there. She swallowed hard and chewed on her lower lip. Harper made her eyes dart up to his face so not to stare at that. "How about you?" Harper got up from the bed. It was safer. That way she wouldn't want to pounce. Oh who was she kidding? No matter how far she stood away from him, she wanted to pounce.
 
"Very well honey" he mumbled, scooting over to her and groaning a bit. He reached over to gently touch her hand. Seeing as to how he had nothing to do, he felt like spending all day with her. He wondered what they would do. Well the could do that...but he opted not to push it. If SHE asked for it though, than there was nothing he could do. He had his pride after all.

"You look gorgeous. Nice to see that you are not sleep deprived an more." he said, slowly sitting up

"Want me to help with breakfast?" he asked, pulling the covers up to his chest to hide the awkward morning bulge
 
She couldn't stay away from him. So when she saw him reaching for her hand, she moved to him and sat back down at the foot of the bed and leaned over, her hand touching his. She reached over and soon lay herself beside him and smiled, kissing her hand as she laced her fingers with his. "You look so adorable and still yummy in the morning. Look at your hair." She teased lightheartedly and ran her free hand through it. "I look better because of you. I don't think it's very possible to sleep without you. You're more comfortable than any bed I've ever slept on. And I bought myself a pretty good bed." She said softly, moving slowly to straddle him after he happened to cover up the bulge. She didn't care.

"Yeah, you can definitely help with breakfast." She leaned in and her hands cupped his cheeks and her lips pressed to his in a deep kiss. She didn't know what she had planned. Only that she liked to play and she wanted to play. No harm in that. Besides, she missed him a lot. They'd learn more about each other. But why deny the inevitable?
 
He groaned when she straddled him. She was so loving and warm. He ran his finger's through her hair and chuckled a bit when she mentioned his pillow head.

"Yeah...but my hair doesn't come close to yours. You and your gorgeous brunette locks" he said, before she laid one on him. Wow what a kiss. He groaned gently and returned the kiss in full, slipping his tongue and gently swirling it around, knowing she'd like it. As his eyes closed he found himself rubbing her lower back

"Mmm...if you want me to help I'll have to get up. I wouldn't make you bring me breakfast in bed, I don't want you to think I'm subjecting you to servitude" he said, always being the good guy with her.
 
She smiled into the kiss, her hands sliding into the back of his unruly bed hair that she adored so much. She took a good hold onto his locks, not too tightly but a good brace as her tongue danced with his in such an erotic dance, it was a wonder she hadn't ripped her shirt off. Pulling back slowly, she panted softly, her eyes opening and looking him in his eyes, that same soft smile on her face still. "Yeah well maybe I'm hungry for something not food." She whispered and then winked. "But you're right. Perhaps it'd be better as a dessert." She kissed his cheek and then got off of him and off the bed, heading to the closed door of her bedroom. "You coming love?" She grinned. Because she was so aware.
 
Overwhelmed by the wonderful kiss she laid on him, his moans were muffled as he wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. He missed her a lot, and she seemed to have missed him as well. Once getting into a good rhythm against her soft lips, she pulled away. Hearing her words he was almost pushed over the edge were he would pounce on her and make her moan his name...but than she got off of him. What a tease!

"Yeah I'm coming" he said, chuckling softly as he got his jeans and put them on. He conveniently forgot to put his shirt on, and followed her to the kitchen.

"So, what were you thinking of making babe?" he asked her
 
Harper couldn't contain her smug smile, knowing that what she did was enough to drive him mad considering she teased him, made things worse only to pull away. Yeah, she was feeling pretty good about herself. Moving to the door, she opened it and walked out with him, her hand finding his and lacing her fingers with his until she came to the kitchen. "I was thinking pancakes, some bacon and eggs?" She asked, going to the pantry to pull out some Bisquick. She didn't make pancakes by scratch. Not when Bisquick was so readily available to her.

When she turned, she nearly dropped the box seeing him shirtless. How she hadn't noticed before, it was beyond her. "Wow." She whispered. Okay, maybe he was getting revenge. It was working really well.
"What would you like to eat?"
 
He smirked when she gave him that look. He knew that he looked good. He didn't work out so many hours a day for nothing. Walking over to her he gently pushed her against the counter and kissed her lips.

"Mmmm...what would I like to eat?" he asked, running his fingers through her hair

"...you" he said

He gently tugged at her hair and cocked her head to the side, planting amorous kisses up and down her neck

"But that's enough teasing....bacon, eggs, and pancakes sounds great. I'm starving" he said, kissing her lips gently before going to the fridge and finding the carton of eggs and some bacon. He pulled out a pan to work on the eggs and bacon while she did the pancakes.

"Maybe later we can do something" he suggested, bumping his hip into her's
 
Her breathing hitched in her throat and she kissed him back, her hands moving to his broad shoulders, strong broad shoulders. Looking at him, she bit her lower lip and then her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as he pulled her hair and kissed her neck. That was so mean. Two things she really liked, really, really, really liked.

And then he did that, which was just as mean, if not more, than what she did to him back in the bedroom. It left her pouting and feeling really hot and no longer hungry for food. She was hungry for him only. Harper nearly grumbled but kept quiet and grabbed a bowl for the pancake batter. “Uh huh. See if you get any now.” Two could play this game. It was on!

She grabbed the milk from the fridge before standing beside him again, purposely brushing her side against his. She’d keep doing that. Little gestures where she brushed against him, either her side, her hips, even her chest when she reached around him to get a ladle to scoop out the batter once it was done and after she took a pan out to make them. She kept it up too.

Plus, it was fun this way.
 
Although he cooked like a typical dude, awkwardly handling the pan and cracking the eggs into it as the bacon sizzled nearby, before long he had his share for the both of them. With how she was teasing him it was a wonder how he got anything done at all! Especially when she brushed her chest against his back...oh how he loved her breasts. How he loved ALL of her. Although they were obviously intimate before, he wasn't sure how much 'boob access' he had. Plus that would be a bit uncalled for...he would tease her only as she teased him.

"Oh sush...you know you like it" he said, smirking as he put his plate on the table

"Thanks for the pancakes babe" he added, pecking her lips gently
 
She stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head, pouring one ladle-full of pancake batter onto the square pan and watched as it spread into a nice circle, to make a really good looking pancake as it cooked. She set the ladle back into the bowl of batter and waited. “Of course.” She pecked his cheek and went back to making pancakes. In about fifteen or twenty minutes, she had made six pancakes. There were still leftover batter but she put saran wrap over it and put it into the fridge. Maybe later.

Picking up the plate, she put it on the dining table and took out plates and silverware, as well as syrup and other condiments needed for pancakes and eggs, figuring he wouldn’t want any condiment for the bacon. She just liked to pour syrup on everything. Once everything was made, Harper sat down and she helped herself to two pancakes, some eggs and bacon. Then, like the child she was at heart, she poured syrup on everything.
 
He smirked and helped himself to a couple of pancakes. It was so cute how she poured so much syrup. He chuckled lightly as he ate, sliding his foot over to her's, nudging it gently.

"Well...you're the complete package aren't you? Smart, sexy, and a great cook" he noted

"So...anything specific you'd like to do later?" he asked her
 
Harper was about to take a bite of her syrup smothered pancakes when she looked at him at his compliment. A blush coated her cheeks and she shrugged. "If you think so..." She said softly. "T-Then I suppose...?" There was a bit of a raised voice in there, like she was asking a question. She couldn't help herself. Harper certainly didn't see herself the way he saw her. But she was trying. At least a little bit to maybe try and not think so low of herself, when a man like Hawthorne Tisch clearly thought otherwise. Not that she needed anyone's convincing or expected it, especially a man's. But you'd think it'd help a little bit.

She finally took a bite of her breakfast and began to eat happily. She didn't eat with gusto or like she was afraid to eat it. No, she just ate normally but she clearly had her own class. Whether she was alone or not. She ate normally and certainly didn't eat like she was an animal. She loved food, yes. But she didn't gorge or feel very gluttonous about it.
Looking up to him as she sipped her orange juice, she smiled a knowing smile. "You tell me." She said softly and leaned forward in her seat. "I think we both made it clear what we both wanted to later." She licked her lips slowly. They tasted sweet. Of syrup and orange juice.
 
He continued to eat with her quietly. She was eating like a lady, no bad manners or gorging herself in a way that was off putting. But she was definitely self-conscious...she wasn't completely comfortable. As she leaned forward and licked her lips, he couldn't resist her. Those soft red lips were tantalizing. He gently draped his hand over her's and leaned forward, kissing her lips gently.

"Mmmm...sweet...but I'd like to taste something sweeter..." he said with a smoldering seductive voice...or as seductive as a man could manage
 
Harper's face heated up when he kissed her, just the way he did but what made her really heat up was what he said, how he said it. Desired pooled between her legs and she squeezed them together, effortlessly crossing a leg over the other and biting her lower lip. "Be a good boy and eat your breakfast Hawthorne." She teasingly and mockingly reprimanded before adding, "And you can have dessert in a heartbeat." She said softly, her voice a smooth purr.
 
That certainly got his attention. Although his mind was in the midst of concocting some sort of witty comeback he decided against it. It would be better to do as she said. After a few more minutes he finished his breakfast and looked over to her. She was still eating...but he could wait. He gently reached down and pulled one of her feet onto his lap, and began caressing her instep with the palm of his hand.

"Thought you might like this" he said smiling, as his palms and fingers gently rubbed her feet.
 
She jumped just slightly when he suddenly took hold of her foot from their little footsie they had going on but relaxed immensely when the ticklish feeling subsided and she just felt relief. Harper sank down in her chair and she smiled at him adoringly, nodding her head. “I do and I could very much get used to you pampering me. You spoil me rotten already and I’ve done nothing for you.” She pouted but in no means was wanting him to stop or let go. No, not when she underestimated the greatness of getting a lovely foot massage. She was never one for them. But this felt lovely.
 
He caressed her foot with great care, his thumbs gently messaging the sole of her foot. He gently rested it in his lap as he gently pressed his palm against her instep.

"Nonsense...I love being nice to you. I love to please you almost as much as I love to be pleased by you. Not that I wouldn't mind whatever you'd like to do to return the favor" he said, gently pushing up the cloth of her pajama pants to caress her calf

"Now...give me the other one" he said, lowering her foot to the floor.
 
Her head lolled back and she sighed softly. That felt so good. She wasn't going to want to stand on her feet again unless she could get this. He was spoiling her rotten, that much was for sure and yet she was on edge because she couldn't let herself get used to it. Even if something inside of her was saying to just enjoy it. She couldn't. Not yet.

"If you keep doing this, I'll be less and less inclined to want to do anything for you because I am in heaven right now." She giggled, letting that foot drop and lifted up the other to place in his lap. She looked at him and bit her lower lip, flexing her foot so it was pressed right in between his legs, over what was concealed by his pants. Then she kept her gaze on his as she started to rub with her foot. Okay, so maybe she could do at least something. Innocently.
 
"Awww...now you couldn't do that. You're nicer than that. I could always request that certain thing you do with your tongue..." he trailed off, recalling how great she was at that.

"But one thing at a ti-" he cut himself short when he felt her foot press against him. He gave her a surprised look when she began to rub her foot against him, and soon looked straight into her eyes. He rubbed her foot gently, which pressed it closer against his crotch. He rubbed her instep gently with his palm and smirked at her

"Mmmm...something tells me you're a little overdressed" he said
 
Harper grinned and she licked her lips, moving her foot slowly on him but accurately. As if the precise movement of her foot was very well calculated. It really wasn’t but then again she had a feeling it didn’t take much either. Looking at him, she shrugged. “Am I?’ She took her foot away and stood up, walking over to him and sitting herself down in his lap, sitting astride him. “What are you going to do about it?” Her hands moved around his cheeks gently caressing and stroking.
 
Faster than he could ask weather or not she liked this shirt, he pushed her hands away, grabbed her shirt, and tore it off of her with his great strength.

"That." he said simply, before running his hands up and down her back, moving one up to unclasp her bra

"How about we take this to the bed." he suggested, unclasping it, but leaving the reveal to her.
 
A soft gasp came from her the moment he ripped her shirt off of her and left her in just her bra and shorts. She looked at him and bit her lower lip, leaning into him and looking like she might kiss his lips but she never closed the gap between them. "Hmm, or we could stay here. At the table. And we can do wild and naughty things." What could she say? She was a closet freak.
 
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