11| And now, breakfast
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A few hours later, Beau went back to the kitchen to make them something to eat. He had her promise she wasn’t going to leave. He thought about the look she had given him- a bit of wonder, adoration and sadness. But she promised. He had been tempted to get her to come to the kitchen with him, but he thought that was a little too thirsty and untrusting.
He made them bacon and scrambled eggs with sliced avocado and grilled tomato. There had also been some nectarines and an orange that he cut up and popped some slices on each plate. He couldn’t knock the stupid grin off his face.
He was close to finished cooking when Toby came out- obviously hearing his banging around.
“Dude. My man. You found her?” Toby shook his head in astonishment.
Beau couldn’t help the laugh that came from him. “Yeah.” Sort of, he thought. Actually, how had she found him? Now that he thought about it in the light of day, she had broken in and threatened to kill him. He shrugged internally at that- he’d work that out later. It just didn't worry him.
Toby sat on a stool by the bench. “You know when I got home- and then all night to be honest- when I heard all the racket you guys made I actually thought maybe you’d brought Jennifer home.”
Beau blushed. “Uh… you heard?”
Toby gave him an exaggerated nod. “Uh yeah. The whole household and probably half the street heard. Congrats man. I mean, I’d always suspected, but you've obvs got some swagger.”
Beau just shook his head at that, but internally he was beaming. He loved how much enjoyment she got from him. How much he could give her.
He plated up and then stacked a plate on his forearm and held the other in his hand, grabbing some cutlery with his free one. “Oh. I’ll pay you back for the food.”
Toby waved his hand. “No way.”
Beau started heading toward his room, but turned back. “And Tobias.” His friend looked at him. “I’m sorry I was such a d**k to you. It was uncalled for and you were just looking out for me. I had a really great chat with Travis and…”
Toby waved him away, but Beau could see he was relieved they were okay.
He went back to his room, stopping outside his room to put the cutlery in the back pocket of his sweats so he could open the door.
She was sitting in his bed, cross legged, on her phone. She looked up to him, smiling briefly, raising her index finger to indicate she just needed a minute.
He placed his plate on the bedside table on his side of the bed and walked around to set her breakfast on her side. He noted that she hadn’t drank her juice.
“Tell him I will take the assignment and use strat twenty-nine.” She was quiet while the other person spoke. She shook her head. “Just-” Her voice took on a french pronunciation, “Obliger Raven à transférer à l'aveugle un acompte de trois cent mille euros.” Silence from Bianca. “Non Rose.”
There was a good 10 seconds of conversation from the person on the other end. Bianca responded back in her normal accent. “He will do it. And get him that d**k idol. That’ll preoccupy him. Let Bronson know that we need-” she hesitated and Beau saw she glanced at him, “un plan de sortie avec de la place pour un de plus.”
She gave Beau an apologetic smile, rolling her eyes while the other person spoke. “I promise- later… Bronson can head home…. Not sure yet… ma chérie je te promets.”
She ended the call. “Sorry about that.”
“Everything okay?” He asked, sitting on her side of the bed. “That sounded, uh, complicated.”
She smiled at him. “Yeah sorry. I have an NDA so I have to be careful with what I say.”
He just nodded. “How many languages do you speak?”
She shrugged. “A bunch.”
“You’re from Scandinavia?”
There was a good second before she shook her head. “I was born in Italy but I’ve lived all over. My dad was Italian and my mother is from… Norway.”
“Cool.” He gestured to her food. “I realised I didn’t ask you if there was anything you didn’t eat.”
She had a weird look on her face as she took the plate and sat it in her lap. He handed her some cutlery.
He climbed over to his side and grabbed his plate, sitting in front of her, sitting cross legged as well.
He tucked in and watched her as she tentatively took bits of food onto her fork and tried little bits. He might have imagined it but it looked like she sniffed everything before she ate it. She demolished the bacon but picked at the other items so he gave her the rest of his.
He watched her as she seemed to be battling with whether to force herself to eat the remaining food. “It’s okay,” he said. “Don’t eat it if you don’t like it.”
“I just don’t- eat a lot of- a variety of food- kind of a- a- steak girl.” It was the most uncertain he had heard her speak so far.
“All the more for me.” He joked and took the rest of her food and ate it, leaning past her to grab her juice and downing it almost one go. It spilled out the corner of his mouth and he fought to catch it.
Her eyes had followed his actions closely.
“Excuse me,” he mumbled, wiping his mouth. She had a way of studying him that was both very unsettling and boosted his ego.
He set their plates aside and got some water from his dispenser, offering some to her. She just shook her head.
He climbed back into bed. He wasn’t going to suggest they do anything but stay right here all day.
“You wear contacts?” He asked
She blinked. She seemed to have been thinking of something. “Yes. I have a condition.”
“Oh. I hope it’s not too serious. Why do you wear coloured contacts?”
She regarded him. “The condition means my irises are an unsettling colour. This just makes others feel at ease.”
He walked his fingers over her bent knee. “I don’t think there is anything about you that would make me uneasy.”
She thought for a second. “Perhaps.”
She reached out and traced the circle of the tattoo on his chest. “Why did you get this one?”
He put his hand over hers so her palm pressed against it in a comforting way before removing his hand. ”This was for my parents. They died when I was ten- it’s my connection to them, from here to wherever they are now.”
She traced her hand down to his left side, tracing the vertical tattoo of a sword. He explained, “To always have a weapon at the ready.” He smiled. “They aren’t all deep.”
He explained the others as she traced the journey across his skin, some to commemorate something and others because he liked the look. She leant up on her knees and leant forward, tracing along his waistband and towards his left butt cheek.
He laughed that she had noticed that one. “That was a lost bet- it’s Tobias in sanskrit- he had wanted it in english, this was the compromise.”
She teased at the front of his sweats- he leant back to pull them off. He had a tattoo across his pubis that wrapped around his hips- it was a symmetrical swirling black lines of varying thickness with peeks of galaxies and nebulas between. He didn’t stay clean shaven down there but he kept it trim.
“You like that one?” He asked in a husky voice.
She nodded backing up so she could get onto her hands and knees. She kept her behind up in the air as she leant down and kissed him across where the ink dipped down towards his manhood.
She licked her hand before taking hold of him. He noticeably hardened at that act alone. He could see she was looking at the new tattoo again. She quickly rested him against her jaw, drawing his tip and piercing across her bottom lip.
She looked up at him and wet her lips. He sat resting back on his hands waiting to see what she wanted.
“Do you like pain?”
He thought about the question. “It’s more that it doesn’t bother me.”
“Hmmm.” she hummed, rubbing him against her lips. “Did this hurt?”
He smiled. “Yeah.”
“But it feels good now.”
He nodded at that.
“Would you like me to have piercings and tattoos?”
He shook his head. “I want you the way you want to be.”
She grinned at that. “Be careful what you wish for.”
He hesitated, because this was getting very nice and he didn’t want to ruin anything.
She noticed and c****d an eyebrow.
“Why did you think I wouldn’t want to know you?”
Instead of answering, she took him into her mouth and he buckled a bit dropping from his hands to his elbows. “f**k,” he exclaimed.
She smiled around him and then took him deeper. He groaned at the sensation.
He couldn’t stay up at all and fell back onto the bed. He felt her take his hand and put it into her hair. He gently held her head as she bobbed on him. He had a fleeting moment where he remembered he had work, but it vanished almost the second he thought it.
~*~
David shuffled out of his room. He frowned and looked down the hall towards Beaus' room but headed to the living room where Toby was smoking a bong.
“Don’t you have classes today?”
Toby shrugged, exhaling. “I learn better stoned.”
“You really don’t.” He looked back over his shoulder as he heard noises coming down the hall. He threw a thumb over his shoulder in a question.
Toby laughed. “Our casanova has his mojo back.”
David grunted. He felt horrendously hungover. “Can I grab a pull?”
Toby packed him one and handed it over. There was a loud groan and exclamation. That had definitely been Beau.
“Jesus. No wonder he’d gone crazy.”
David hadn’t really known the details of all the s**t that was going down just that Beau had gotten stuck on some girl. He frowned though and looked around, something was putting him on edge.
“Who's the girl?”
~*~
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