I held back a smile until she turned away, then I set the blender on the table, limping to the outlet on the wall and plugging it in. I would have to remember to take some pain relievers before I went to bed tonight. I finally realized that I should probably sit, the pain being more intense than I thought it would be, but I was stubborn, and I was going to help make the milkshakes first. Then I would gladly go sit down for the rest of the evening.

~♡~

I looked up to see Y/n, a glass of water in one hand, and the bottle of pain reliever in the other. She looked at me sympathetically, a small smile curving her lips.

"You should take a couple of these, maybe it'll help with the pain." She set them down on the table, and walked away again. I watched her, deciding I was glad she was here. I had no idea what I would do if she wasn't.

I opened the bottle, dumping two of the little round pills into my hand, then decided to take an extra one because I really wanted it to help. I tossed them into my mouth, picking up the water and taking a long drink.

Y/n was back, putting the ice cream and milk on the table, as well as a package of chocolate chips and a bottle of chocolate syrup she had found.

"In the cabinet between the stove and sink you'll find glasses, and there should be straws in the drawer next to the stove." I felt bad, because I wanted to just go get them myself. I hated watching her do the work while I sat, but my foot really hurt.

She was back with them in seconds, setting them on the table. "Do you have an ice cream scooper, or should I just grab a spoon?"

"I don't have an ice cream scooper, I always just eat it out of the carton." I smiled playfully at her and she rolled her eyes, turning to get a spoon from the drawer.

I pulled the lid off the ice cream, and she handed me the spoon. I scooped several spoonfuls into the blender. "Do you think that's enough, or does it need more?"

"Mmm, maybe two more scoops."

I scooped it in and she picked up the chocolate chips, trying to tear the top opened, without much luck. I reached for the bag, taking it from her hands and pulling from both sides, ripping it opened.

"Tell me when..." I said as I dumped some in. I had about half the bag in when she finally stopped me.

She picked up the chocolate syrup, flipping the top opened and squeezing some in. She added milk, and put the top on, turning it to secure it.

"It's gonna be loud" she said, her finger on the button. She pushed it, and the blender whirred to life, mixing everything together and turning it a muddy brown. She smiled, looking excited.

"I think it needs more chocolate syrup," she said as she reached for the bottle. She turned the lid on the blender, lifting it and squeezing more syrup in, setting the lid back on and closing the syrup before putting it down.

Before I could utter a word, she had pushed the button on the blender, but in her excitement, she had forgotten to twist the lid to secure it. As soon as it came on, the lid flew off as the contents spun out, all over the front of her. Most of it had hit her in the face and chest.

I stared at her, dumbfounded for about 10 seconds. Her mouth was opened in shock, her hands had come up to protect her face, but it really hadn't helped. Her eyes were closed as milk and ice cream dripped from her hair down her face. There was a chocolate chip stuck to her cheek.

My chest started to shake with silent laughter, but I didn't make a sound, instead I just waited to see what she would do. After another 5 seconds, I saw one eye flutter opened as she looked at me, and smirked. At that point, I busted out laughing, as she shook her hands, then attempted to wipe the sticky mess off on her sweatshirt, looking down at it and frowning..

She was a sight covered in ice cream and chocolate chips, and I couldn't help but to laugh at her. I hadn't been close enough for it to get me, at least not to the extent she had suffered. I had two small spots on my sleeve, but that was it.

I took pity on her, knowing she couldn't see well enough to go get a towel yet. I limped the two steps to her, turning her to face me and pulling my sleeve down over my hand, reaching to wipe her face, trying to get what I could out of her eyes.

"Good Job pipsqueak." I teased her.

She pouted, and my eyes were instantly drawn to her lips. Her eyes were still closed as she waited for me to wipe off her face, and for reasons I couldn't explain if I tried, I instead leaned down and pressed my lips to hers.

It lasted only seconds, but it was long enough for me to notice how soft and sweet her lips were, ice cream and chocolate syrup aside. As I pulled back, and opened my eyes, the first thing I saw were her eyes, opened wide and staring at me.

Her tongue darted out, wetting her bottom lip, and her eyes stayed locked on mine. I swallowed, licking my own lips, and stared right back at her, noticing that there were brown flecks in her green eyes.

"I'm sorry, I probably shouldn't have..." I whispered, but before I could say anything else, she raised up on her toes, her sticky hands curling into the front of my sweatshirt, and hesitantly touched her lips to mine.

I mentally groaned, knowing I should stop this before it happened. Every voice in my head was telling me to pull away, apologize, tell her it was a mistake, and it couldn't happen again.

But my heart decided that my head clearly needed a vacation, because my hand came up to the back of her head, cradling it gently as I tilted my head, moving my lips against hers, softly at first, not wanting to startle her.

It had been awhile since I'd enjoyed kissing a woman, and I was definitely enjoying this. I parted my lips, which encouraged her to do the same, her tongue meeting mine as we tasted each other with bold curiosity.

I should stop. There were so many reasons I should stop. But none of them made any sense at the moment. It was hard to think straight. It was hard to think at all. I didn't even feel the pain in my foot. All I could feel were her lips against mine, her tongue pressing against mine.

She leaned into me more, and I knew I needed to stop right now. She needed to know that if she allowed this to continue, I may do something we would both regret later.

I pulled back, breathing hard, and looked at her. She was a mess. Her face still had ice cream smeared on it, some of which had been transferred to mine. The front of both of our sweatshirts were now covered in the sticky mess, and her hair was matted and pushed up on one side. But she was beautiful.

I started to laugh, wondering if insanity might be taking over, and for a second she looked at me like I'd just escaped from a mental hospital. I pointed at her, laughing even harder at her perplexed expression.

She crossed her arms. "You're seriously laughing right now?"

I didn't even really know why I was laughing. The sane part of me wanted to put her in the truck, right now, this minute, and take her to the airport, or bus station, or where ever, and send her off to someplace I knew she would be safe...anyplace but here. But the unstable part of me wanted to take her in my arms and kiss her again.

"I'm sorry..." I managed to get out. "I know it's a bad time to be laughing...it's just...your hair..."

She raised one eyebrow at me and stormed away, disappearing thru the door, probably to the bathroom to look in the mirror. I shook my head, and looked at the table, my laughter dying down as I decided to focus on the mess that needed to be cleaned up.

By the time she reappeared, I had wiped off the front of my shirt the best I could, and I was limping back to the table, wet towel in my hand to try to wipe up some of the sticky substance that covered half of the table, and some of the floor.

I turned to see her smiling awkwardly as she walked up to me and took the towel from my hand, putting it on the table. She pulled out a chair and motioned for me to sit.

"You should give your foot a rest. I can take care of this. I made the mess, after all."

She had washed her face off, and it looked like she must have also attempted to wipe off the front of her shirt with a wet towel. Her hair was still matted, but she had pushed it down as much as she could where it had been sticking up.

I sat down slowly, and watched as she took one of the glasses, and poured what hadn't flown out of the blender into it, filling it just about to the top. She picked up the two straws and stuck them both into the glass. She grabbed the towel, wiping the table where I was sitting, and placed the glass in front of me, then she took the blender and put it on the counter next to the sink.

I continued to watch as she wiped off the rest of the table, going to the sink to rinse the towel and coming back to wipe it clean again. She checked the chairs, making sure they didn't need to be wiped off, then she rinsed the towel once more, and wiped up the small amount that had landed on the floor.

Once she was satisfied, she dropped the dirty towel into the basket she'd abandoned when she had come down to find me standing on one foot like a flamingo cursing in pain, and disappeared into the laundry room with it. I could hear her, putting the towels she'd washed earlier into the dryer, and then I assumed putting whatever she had brought down after her shower into the washer and starting it. She reappeared empty handed, and sat in the chair adjacent to mine.

"I know I'm a mess right now, my hair being especially lovely..."she mumbled, her hand going up automatically to smooth the matted lump down, "but would you, kind sir, mind sharing a milkshake with me?" She asked, wrinkling her nose up and pouting.