Lynelle

When she woke up, Char was sprawled out on the other side of the bed, completely bare. She had stolen the blankets at some point during the night.

Lynelle smiled at the view, then threw half of the blanket over him and scooted closer so they could share. He was so warm. He reminded her of the dog her family had when she was younger -- she used to let him on her bed at night, and he really was so warm it was like sleeping with a heater. She missed him.

She didn't know what time it was, but from the amount of sunlight coming through the blinds, she could tell they had slept in a little.

She rested her head on the pillow and looked at Char's sleeping face, content. But her stomach growled violently, and she giggled quietly. She was very hungry, apparently.

Lynelle placed a little kiss on Char's shoulder, then carefully slipped out of bed without waking him up. She walked as quietly as possible out of his room, then started over to hers.

"Walk of shame, huh?" said a voice behind her. She turned to see Max emerging out of his room, smirking at her nakedness.

"Ashamed isn't exactly how I'm feeling," she answered. And it was true, she wasn't ashamed of having clearly slept with Char last night. Still, she didn't feel completely confident with Max staring at her body, so she turned so he could probably just see the side of her ass.

"That's good, baby. Are you showering?"

She nodded, aware of the sticky feeling between her legs. Gross.

"I'll come with you."

He followed her into her room, where she started the shower and leaned against the sink counter, watching him undress. She could get used to this. Still...

"I'm pretty sore," she told him, despite her lustful appreciation of his body.

"I figured. Don't worry, I just want to wash you." Aww.

She felt the water turn warm enough and stepped in, closely followed by a naked Max.

Lynelle wet her hair under the warm spray of water, then stepped aside so Max could do the same. After he got himself wet, though, he nudged her back into the warm water.

"You just stand there and look pretty, okay?"

"That's what I'm best at," she replied dryly.

He snorted and wet the washcloth, then put body wash on it while she did what he asked and stood there uselessly.

She kept still while he ran the washcloth over her body, but as he knelt down and placed her foot on his knee, she put a hand on his shoulder for support. He washed her with a tenderness that melted her heart, especially when he went ever so gently between her legs, with no sexual intent.

Max put the washcloth away and grabbed the shampoo, and she smiled, eyeing his body.

"I love this part."

He smiled back and put his shampooed hands into her hair. She grabbed him by the ass and pulled him closer, enjoying the firm squish under her fingertips.

"I came here to wash you, not to be groped and objectified," Max laughed.

"Too bad, that's what you get when you're with me." Lynelle's eyes drifted closed as his fingers massaged her scalp, but she still heard his chuckle. "You love it, don't lie."

He let the water rinse the shampoo from her hair, occasionally tilting her head to make sure all the suds were gone. He put conditioner on her head and rinsed it out after a couple minutes, then Lynelle let go of his ass and stood aside as he quickly washed himself too.

They dried themselves, then Max leaned against her closed door and watched her decide what to wear.

After some deliberation, she settled on a cute fall-themed fit.

"Wow, the amount of thought that went into your outfit was crazy. I'm impressed. Do you do that every day?"

She shrugged, laughing. "Pretty much. You just grab the first thing in your closet?"

"Yeah, Ethan is the one with the fashion sense in this house."

"I haven't really seen him wearing anything other than scrubs or sweatpants."

"He's kind of tired all the time lately, with the new job. He always gets all done up when he goes out in public. Well, you haven't gone out somewhere with him, have you? He'll have to take you on a date."

"Yeah, I guess he does. I haven't gone on a proper date with any of you!"

"You're right. I think a nice date is long overdue..."

"Are you plotting?"

"Of course," he grinned. "I'll take you out today, if you'll have me."

She bit her lip, thinking about how she had originally planned to work on her drawings today.

"I'll have you. Where are you taking me?"

"It's a surprise." He made a dorky mysterious face at her, and she snorted.

"Okay, I can see you've got the whole 'mystery' thing mastered. What should I wear?"

"Oh, your outfit is fine. Very beautiful, as a matter of fact."

"Aww, shut up." They walked together to Max's room, where he put on a t-shirt and jeans, then down the stairs to where Jackson was cooking something.

"What are you making?" she asked suspiciously, remembering his last attempt at making breakfast. The Death Eggs were not something she was willing to face again.

She raised an eyebrow as a trail of smoke came out of the pot he was messing with.

"Not eggs, if that's what you're scared about. I'm literally making oatmeal, there's not really a way to mess it up --" Jackson was cut off by the sound of their smoke alarm.

Max and Lynelle stifled their laughter and helped him open the windows and fan the smoke until the alarm stopped, but as soon as they were in the clear Lynelle covered her face and exploded with laughter.

"Fine, maybe there is a way to mess it up," laughed Jackson. Lynelle came and buried her laughing face into his chest, then peeked into the pot once she had calmed down.

"Wow, that's, like, super burnt," she commented. "It's almost impressive."

He pulled her face back into him and she felt his chest shaking with laughter. "Please, don't look at it. It's humiliating how bad I am at this."

"Aww, don't be humiliated. You're still a big, strong man."

"I know you're kidding, but the caveman part of me enjoyed that."

"Ha. Well, big guy, don't burn down the house when we're gone, alright?" she said, pulling away from him to where Max had grabbed his keys from the bowl on the counter.

"Oh, where are you going?"

"Max is taking me on a surprise date," she told him, feeling a flutter of excitement in her belly as she reminded herself.

"Lucky bastard. I'll take you out next time. Have fun, beautiful."

"Thanks, handsome."

Max put an arm around her and led them out the door.

"Off we go."