She emerged from the bathroom a few moments later, her dark hair swept up into a bun at the crown of her head and was dressed in tight jeans, motorcycle boots and a soft-looking, slightly oversized black sweater that hung off one shoulder. She smiled shyly and looked down at her feet, lifting a hand to scratch her head. He knew she was feeling timid after their "encounter" the previous night, but he wanted her to feel great about it and not awkward. He got up off the couch and stretched a little, the small bones of his back popping satisfyingly, before making his way over to her. He trailed a hand over her bare shoulder before lowering his face to her neck, breathing in her freshly clean scent before he pressed his lips to her flesh. He was pleased when she shivered a little.
"All right if I use your bathroom?" he asked.
She smirked up at him. "No. You have to pee off the balcony."
He shrugged. "I'm pretty sure I've done worse. I mean, they're your neighbors."
She laughed and shoved him in the direction of her bedroom. When he entered it, it was still warm and humid from her shower, the mirror still slightly fogged. He smirked as he glanced around. She was tidy to a fault, he could already tell, and her bathroom was filled with all sorts of girly things—makeup, a shamefully large collection of perfumes, various bottles of fruity and floral scented lotions, hair products. He noticed that she'd set out a still-packaged toothbrush and a small, travel-size tube of toothpaste on the counter. He smiled at her thoughtfulness and quickly splashed water on his face and opened the package and brushed his teeth thoroughly. He glanced at his watch as he did so, noting that it was just after five. He'd need to leave soon and get home to change and get to the gym. He was leaving for Smackdown in a week and needed to make these last workouts and sessions really count.
Speaking of Smackdown… He wondered what she would ultimately decide. He'd like to think that she would agree to come with him, because she liked him just that much, but if she declined he wouldn't be upset with her, nor would he not be understanding. He'd be disappointed…but he'd get it. After all, the Smackdown tournament was immediately before the trial. She would be traveling with people she barely knew—including him. Although her anxiety issues seemed to be a lot better than when he'd first met her, he didn't know how she'd fare in such a testosterone-riddled, violent atmosphere as befit an MMA tournament. He inwardly face-palmed himself; what had he been thinking, inviting her along?
He rinsed his mouth and slipped the toothbrush back in the box. He wasn't sure what to do with it, so he left it on the counter. He exited her bathroom and then her bedroom and headed down the short hallway that opened up to the living room and kitchen area. Drew was leaning over the back of one of her chairs in her small kitchenette with a grocery store weekly ad open on the table in front of her. He took a moment to appreciate the sight of her backside and thighs showcased in her tight jeans before walking up behind her and resting his hand on her back gently. She looked up at him and smiled, then straightened so she could give him a proper hug.
"You know," he began. "I was thinking about how I invited you to come to Smackdown."
"Mm-hmm," she murmured back, her cheek against his chest.
"I was thinking maybe that wasn't too good of an idea."
She lifted her head and cocked it curiously. "Why do you say that?"
He shrugged. "Just got to thinking maybe it wasn't the best environment to bring you to—loud. Violent. Dudes walking around like they got somethin' to prove to everyone."
"And those are some of the things I'm thinking about," she replied lightly. "Deciding whether or not I can handle that. But you just can't disinvite me." She frowned at him. He couldn't help laughing.
"All right. Well…you keep thinkin' about it then. I wouldn't be upset either way."
"You wouldn't?" she murmured, pressing up onto her toes. "You wouldn't be upset if I didn't come?" She brushed her lips lightly against his, and his body stirred at the slight touch. He swiped his lips slowly over hers, enjoying the way her hands suddenly tightened around him as she tried to press her body against his. His body continued to respond to her touch so he carefully gripped her waist in his hands and held her away from him slightly.
"Thought you said you needed to get to work," he said. She made a little noise of frustration and dropped her arms.
"I do," she sighed. She moved to her kitchen counter and handed him a steaming mug of coffee. He accepted it hesitantly.
"You didn't have to make this for me," he said. "I won't be able to drink it all before you leave."