Chapter 27: Elsie

                                    

                                          
He smiles and kisses my lips, handing me my bag. "Go change, I'll answer the delivery guy. We can go to the skatepark after?"
My mood lifts at the prospect. "Absolutely." I take a step toward the stairs before freezing. "I can still help you put away the groceries, though. I'll get changed after."
I don't have time to put the bag down, he shakes his head. "No. You can change in the bathroom up there, it's the door with the flower plant next to it."
He pauses, a smirk making his way to his lips. One hand reaches to caress my side possessively, making goosebumps spread on my skin. "Or you can do it here. That's a lot better."
I feel the temperature in the room rise at the comment. Get a grip. I didn't come for way too long, didn't get a release since he refused me pleasure and it messes with my head.
"The bathroom is fine." If I suffer, he will too. I get on my tiptoes and press my lips to his. He immediately responds, pressing himself against me and deepening the kiss. I sigh at the feeling of his mouth on mine.
He grabs the back of my head, taking control and demanding submission but I don't give in, fighting right back. 
I casually step away, heading toward the staircase. "I'll go get changed."
I don't see his reaction, but I can hear him curse under his breath. "Fucking brat."
I smile.
There is a long moment during which he says nothing and I keep walking.
When he speaks again, I can hear the smirk in his voice. "I can tell you're in a bratty mood today, Sunnish. If you don't fancy a red ass, be careful with your behavior, hmm?" 
I pause, looking at him with a chuckle. "Always am." I cross the remaining distance between me and the stairs. The staircase itself is original, made of wooden boards attached to the black wall. Too modern to be practical.
I take the first step, gripping the white banister that could barely support Sarah's weight from the look of it. Definitely not mine. Climbing the following stairs feels a little like doing treetop climbing without a lifeline. Fun.
I can't help but awe as I step inside the bathroom. There is a huge bathtub, a mirror with a built-in lamp above two sinks, everything decorated in cream and black shades.
I shake my head to stop gawking and take an oversized hoodie, used jeans and worn out sneakers out of the bag. In barely two minutes, I get changed into clothes I can damage without remorse and tie my hair. 
"It's a little much for a week, isn't it?" I wonder as I go back downstairs, grabbing one of the numerous grocery bags on the table. Light music rings through the air, Tim whistling to it, handsome as ever.
He looks at me and shakes his head, putting several bags of coffee beans away. "It's not. Even if it is, I'll give the perishable food we don't eat to my parents." The doorbell rings in the middle of his sentence, he just ignores it. He reaches for the strand that escaped the hairband, curling it around a finger. "Do you want braids?"
I blow the hair out of my face, smiling. "If you have time, yes, please. A simple one because otherwise it won't be comfortable with the helmet on, but definitely."
He nods, going behind me. His fingers find my hair, tugging at the hairband. I lift my arms to help but I'm cut short when I feel him palming my butt. That means 'Mind your own business if you don't want a spanking.'. I hiss, still a bit sore, and go back to emptying the bag.
As much as I want to protest, I'd rather be in full possession of my abilities for one of the few times I get to use a proper skatepark. After a few seconds, my hair is finally freed, falling in front of my eyes. World record for speed.