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"The Nutcracker. One hell of a classic. Good for you." He was impressed by that, although he wasn't sure whether it was actually true and he will probably never. They hadn't been seeing each other that frequently, mainly because of their repeated 'this can't ever happen again' loose promise which has failed a couple times now so far. "So, is breakfast almost ready? Or..." She could feel his hand caressing her back, lowering to her butt - one of his favorite parts of her. "... Can it wait?"

“Everybody tells me that I have a nice ass. I’m a dancer. It comes with the territory.” 

"This is something that is in our control, right? It'd be a waste not to try our best, unless you don't think it is. Maybe we should come clean to each other. You know I care about you, to see those bruises and you not telling me... I can't simply pretend that it's just there."

“Everybody tells me that I have a nice ass. I’m a dancer. It comes with the territory.” 

"Fine. If you say so. Then what do you want from me? I know it, Kaylee, that you deep down want something from me. Or is that a secret as well?"

Brandon folded his arms and looked amused at the brunette. In just a matter of a few seconds, he was actually owning up to admitting she's been on his mind lately. "Eh, I was just taking a stroll after a long study session and happened to end up in your neighbourhood and that's how I was reminded of you. So technically yes and no." He poked her side before he pulled her a little closer to him. "Well, I did my share for today. What's going on with you nowadays?"  

“Everybody tells me that I have a nice ass. I’m a dancer. It comes with the territory.” 

"I'm sorry, but I'm not the one who disappears and returns with all kinds of bruises that seem to appear out of nowhere. I know you've got something going on. Why the lack of trust?"

“Everybody tells me that I have a nice ass. I’m a dancer. It comes with the territory.” 

"What's wrong with having secrets? Don't you think it wouldn't be a waste if you hadn't tried anything before you can judge it?"

"I know..." He stared down at the floor for a moment as he nodded. "It's just... I keep coming back to you, if it's not physically like last night, it is mentally. It sucks, yeah." Brandon swallowed, just realizing he was actually sharing his inner feelings with her, contemplating already whether it was wise to do so. "Well. I wasn't planning on saying that." He jumped off the counter, a little embarrassed. 

“Everybody tells me that I have a nice ass. I’m a dancer. It comes with the territory.” 

"I have the feeling that you don't like me as a person, am I correct? Like, you know, have I done something to upset you so much, Davenport?"

“Everybody tells me that I have a nice ass. I’m a dancer. It comes with the territory.” 

"Alright, alright, don't get on your high horse you. I was just too lazy to come up with something clever to get your attention."

Brandon groaned a little at her physical response to showing off his potential pancake baking skills. "A bad life choice? Tell me why." He jumped casually on the countertop, observing her and the pancakes. "Well, you're the first person to say so. But don't you agree that it is thrilling to do something, or in this case someone, you are not supposed to?" 

All Kaylee knew about him was the part where he's a med student, low key passionate about it and that he comes from a wealthy family, his parents being well-known and all. He purposely left out the fact he was a high ranked SHIELD agent, not wanting the brunette to bail on him the minute she would find out. It was too soon, because he was aware of the shady activities she might be part of. All that mattered right now was that he got laid and it was with someone he found hot. "Yet here we are again, miss Davenport." A crooked smile appeared, he leaned in a little, pressing a couple kisses in her neck. "Guess you found me too irresistible after all." He whispered to her as he took over the pancake baking smoothly from her because he figured she'd be distracted by his touches.

The taller male stood behind her for a moment, holding her gently by her waist. He too did not know what exactly was playing out at the moment, given their history, his family name and what people may think of it. "Hmm, those exquisite looking pancakes sure make up for what I did last night." He teased, genuinely smiling from ear to ear. "I missed it..." Brandon admitted with a softer voice, turning her to him slightly.

Brandon yawned, stretching his arms as he entered the living room. "How generous of you. Thanks." He wasn't sure whether it was okay to be this intimate already with Kaylee but he still went for a kiss... on her cheek. "You certainly know how to make someone special, huh?" A hint of that teasing sarcasm was there, but he actually meant it.