The Coffee Shop 09 - "Love Changes Everything."
The sound of her bedroom door opening was followed by a soft
husky chuckle she knew well. The bed dipped in and Peyton made a noise of
discontent when the covers around her face were peeled back.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Caleb murmured, chuckling when
Peyton snorted in response. “Dany had to leave early this morning for an
interview – but she brought breakfast. Do you think you can eat something?”
Peyton’s initial reaction was to shake her head in disgust,
but her stomach growled at the idea of food.
When Peyton relinquished her hold on the blankets, Caleb
peeled back the covers and slid his arms under her body. The next thing she
knew, she was being carried like a kid out of bed. Peyton opened one eye at a
time to get accustomed to the light and sighed when she saw he had taken her to
the bathroom.
“Take a shower and I’ll warm up breakfast,” he told her as he
set her down on her own feet, his hands holding her steady by her shoulders
until she got her bearings. She grunted in answer and he gently tapped her
backside to get her moving.
Peyton peeled off her clothes, stumbling a little with her
jeans and underwear. After turning the water to as hot as she could stand it,
she zombie-walked into the shower and rinsed away the hangover with a little
success.
By the time she was showered off and had dressed, her stomach
was growling like a heavy metal singer, and the smells coming from the kitchen
only added fuel to the hunger. She smiled as she walked into the kitchen to
find Caleb waiting for her with a coffee in one hand (which she greedily took)
and a steaming plate of pancake takeout from The Griddle Café on Sunset
Boulevard.
“Oh, Dany knows me well,” Peyton hummed in approval as she
dug into the raspberry and lemon buttermilk pancakes. She gestured to the plate
as she chewed. “Want anything?” she asked Caleb.
“Already ate.”
Peyton finished off her pancakes before attempting to talk
again. “Do you want to head down to the beach today? I can show you around
Venice Beach and the boardwalk, if you want.” Caleb smiled at her and nodded.
“Cool – give me a second to change and we can go.”
A little under an hour later, the two of them were standing
hand-in-hand on the boardwalk, watching the eclectic mix of people pass them
by. Men and women were propped up against hotspots playing guitars, saxophones,
or even ukuleles; singing their woes or about the California life. Peyton
managed to convince Harry Perry to take a photo with Caleb, and afterwards had
to explain to Caleb who in the hell he was. Teenagers zoomed by on bikes,
skates, and skateboards and longboards; people adorned with tattoos, colored
hair, and piercings admired beachwear through the windows of shops; there were
street vendors selling everything from watches to pizza. Peyton took Caleb to Muscle
Beach, where an extremely macho Chicano female put him in a headlock and posed
that way with him for pictures until Peyton nearly died with laughter and Caleb
nearly died from lack of oxygen. They had their fortunes told by ‘Stella Luna’,
they watched a notorious snake charmer do his thing (and nearly get his hand
bitten in the process), and they visited the canals over on Washington, where
the homes could look like something out of a Dr. Seuss book or Spanish
missions.
To take a break from the sun, they went to Joe’s on Abbot
Kinney Boulevard, where once again Peyton indulged gluttonously in local red
wine. Afterwards, they explored the inner parts of Venice, where Peyton somehow
ended up getting a henna tattoo around her belly button and Caleb a Playboy
bunny logo on his inner thigh. After searching for her car for about an hour,
Peyton and Caleb got back to her place on Ogden just a little before midnight,
smelling of hotdogs, sunscreen, and the sea.
Caleb collapsed back onto her bed with a heavy sigh as Peyton
tossed the little souvenirs they had accumulated over the course of the day
onto the armchair in the far corner of her room. He smiled at her and beckoned
her to lay with him, which she did a bit stiffly.
“I’m getting old,” she told his shoulder as she collapsed
ungracefully beside him. “My joints are creaking, can’t you hear them?”
Caleb chuckled into her hair and then sneezed. “Oh man,” he
groaned. “Your hair reeks.”
Peyton popped up and tagged him in the shoulder before
experimentally sniffing out her strands. Yep, they did need a good washing.
“Alright, I’m taking a shower,” she told him as she rolled
off the bed.
“Mm, good idea,” Caleb sighed as he followed after her,
stripping as he went. Peyton grinned over her shoulder at Caleb when he put his
hands on her hips and helped her push down her tiny excuse of shorts. He turned
her to face him and surprised her by falling to his knees on the bathroom tile.
His fingers played with the wide lace hem of her white silk thong before
pulling the skimpy material down her legs.
Peyton squealed in surprise when Caleb suddenly pushed her
down onto the edge of the toilet and slid between her legs, his mouth claiming
hers passionately as his fingers wove through her hair to keep her close. When
he pulled away, she was gasping for air.
“Caleb…” she breathed, taken aback by his possessive touch to
her inner thighs.
“Peyton,” he growled back. “I-I…”
Suddenly the hunger in his eyes faded a little and a
tentative smile lightened the lines of his face. “Peyton,” he murmured softly,
“I want to be with you.”
Peyton felt her breath catch.
After all the months of dreaming of what it would be like, it
was finally here.
Peyton felt a smile cross her face as Caleb looked up into
her eyes and she nodded. “You’re a little overdressed.”
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you had to leave us hanging, don't cha? grrrrr
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