The Roommate

[Cash Hunter]

                        

| Tagged: Mercedes Allen |

Once he heard the front door slammed shut, Cash Hunter finally opened his eyes. He got out of bed and slowly opened his door to peek outside. Just because it sounded like someone had left the dorm, he could never be sure if his one night stands truly left Room 503 or not. So yes, he had been faking to be asleep for the past ten minutes as the girl dressed herself.

When he saw the empty living room, he smiled in satisfaction as there was no other human in sight. At least the girl was not one of those crazy ones that tried to trick him into thinking they had left when really they were hiding in the bathroom waiting for him to come and take a shower.

Since it was the weekend and he had no classes that day, he took his time as he put on a pair of boxers -- that was the only thing he was wearing -- before heading into the kitchen. He took the mango juice out of the refrigerator and poured himself a glass. Then, he heard a door opened. Oh boy. "I thought you left?" Cash called out in annoyance, oblivious that it was only his roommate.

[Mercedes Allen]

    She had been up since five. No, scratch that, four. Regardless of the exact time it was way too early for anybody to be awake, especially if they didn't have any classes that day. But after trying, and failing, to go back to sleep she decided to make use of her time. She started on an essay due sometime next week. Mercedes, being the task oriented person she is, quickly got lost in her work, and by the time she called it quits she heard rustling coming from the other room. She bit her lip in disdain at the lack of sleep she got the night before, knowing there was no other day that week she would be able to sleep in.

    With a sigh she leaned back onto her headboard, her work neatly tucked away on her desk, listening to the noise coming from the room next to hers. As hungry as she realized she was at the moment she didn't make a move to get up. She knew that whoever was stirring would probably be leaving in a bit. She'd wait until they left before going to the kitchen, that way she wouldn't have to socialize quite yet.

    She heard light, feminine footsteps, then the door closed, then silence. The ginger's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. The footsteps couldn't have belonged to a girl though, right? Her only room mate is a guy. Mercedes shook her head, standing and opening her door. Imagine her surprise when her eyes were met with the naked back of said room mate who she thought was gone.

    Her first instinct was to check him out. Which she did. Then, it was to retreat back to her room in which she could grab a pair of pants and slip them on before he noticed. Sure, she was wearing a baggy shirt that fell down to just above her knees, but some sort of reassurance that he wouldn't get a glimpse of her penguin covered underwear would help ease her troubled conscience. Mercedes was about to close her door and lunge for the closest pair of pants she could find, but by that time Cash already knew she was there. Well, he knew somebody was there, but something told her he didn't know who.

    She almost replied back with an 'I thought you were too', but she put the puzzle pieces together quicker then the words could escape her lips. The feminine footsteps, his current lack of clothing, the door slamming closed. Oh...Oooh. Oh. Well, if she's forced to talk to somebody she might as well have some fun with this predicament, right?

    Mercedes cleared her throat as quietly as she could, her next words coming out a few octaves higher and a hell of a lot more whinier then her regular voice as she did her best imitation of a basic white girl. "Cashy bear, don't you want me? I thought you loved me! Like, I thought that ,like, we had something special!" she whaled melodramatically, twirling her fiery hair on a finger and acting as if she was smacking gum, completely forgetting her lack of pants.

[Cash Hunter]

                        

Cash Hunter was not the guy someone looked for in a relationship. A few meetings were fine but that was just about it. Whilst he loved the women, he knew not all of them were the come and go types. As much as he tried to stay away from those, sometimes it was just unavoidable. Hence the number of heart he just had to break. Cash Hunter did not do relationships. It was as simple as that.

So when he felt the presence of another being in the dorm, his mind immediately thought of the girl he fooled around with last night, now thinking she was the clingy type. Oh boy. The morning would play out normally. He would thank her and tell her that while it was fun and all that, it was just that. She had to leave and perhaps he would call her later. But that was if the girl in the room now was the same girl he had not long ago in his bed. Oblivious that it was only his dorm mate, the nineteen year old boy carried on with what he had been doing. He drank his glass of mango juice as he searched the refrigerator for something to have for the first meal of the day.

The high tone of voice had the boy almost choking on the juice he had. Well for one thing, the girl from last night sounded nothing like the voice now, unless suddenly he was seeing the other and probably true side of her that did not show when they flirted in the club last night with the promise of sex. He turned around, wide eyed. Secondly, he was not that drunk last night. The ginger in front of him was definitely not the blonde from last night.

His eyes immediately did a quick assessment of her. Cute. "Sweetie, I wouldn't go as far as love, but I can definitely show you how special you are," he said, smirking. "Judging from the lack of clothes we have on, what do you say?"

[Mercedes Allen]

   It took an immense measure of self control not to break into a fit of giggles at her roommate's reaction, but she managed to control herself, a subtle twitch of her lips the only break in her facade. Mercedes decided to maintain the act, a certain gleam in her eyes as she continued, a predatory look similar to a cat's when stalking its prey. A pouty expression overtook her face, a seemingly innocent look that drastically contrasted with the mischief burning in her milky chocolate orbs.

    As he spoke Mercedes couldn't help but let a small smile replace her pout. She didn't answer him immediately, instead she sauntered over to where he stood, making sure to exaggerate the swaying of her hips as she did so, never breaking eye contact. She didn't stop until she was just inches away from him, her hands coming up to lightly sit on his chest. "Well, that sounds like an amazing offer," she purred, seductively trailing her hands down his torso to the waistband of his boxers.

     She bit her lip to mask a full blown grin, still holding his gaze. "Unfortunately for you," she started, her voice returning to normal as an index finger teasingly pulled at the band. She leaned even closer, her eyes glancing down at his lips as she whispered her next words, "I'm hungry.". She let the band of his boxers snap back with a pop and took a step back, a smug grin on her face.

[Cash Hunter]

                        

The boy tilted his head back and gulped his mango juice down, whilst his blue eyes stayed glued on the ginger and he watched her over the rim of the glass as she made her way towards him. It was obvious that she was not hiding the sway of her hips. Cash Hunter watched the show she put on display appreciatively. She looked like fun. Amusement flitted across his face as the girl trailed her fingers all over his body. Who knew, perhaps he would get his morning fill.

He placed the glass down on the counter as he continued to stare at her. Her little tease issued a chuckle out of the dark haired boy. Figures. But he was not going to let her get off that easily. As she took a step back, Cash took a step forward and quickly pulled her to him gently by the hand before lowering his other hand down to hold her by the waist. He towered over her and a small lazy smirk split his face. "Well then," he whispered, leaning his head down closer to hers. Instead of leaning in for a kiss, his lips grazed her cheeks softly. "Why don't I offer to cook us some breakfast, then?" he said in a hush tone against her skin, before placing a light kiss right at the corner of her lips.

Then Cash released her from his hold and proceeded back to the refrigerator. "Eggs or pancakes?"

[Mercedes Allen]

    He caught her off guard with his sudden proximity, clearly taking her by surprise as the smugness in her expression suddenly vanished, replaced by cautious interest. Her lips loosened into a reminiscent of a smile as she was coaxed into his hold. Mercedes's expression remained somewhat neutral, if not a bit curious. However, she couldn't maintain a straight face. The moment she felt his breath against her cheek, it was a battle to keep her eyes open. She attempted to concentrate on keeping them open, refusing to be wooed over by this womanizer, but she lost the battle the moment his lips grazed her skin. She unconsciously let her eyelids flutter closed, but only to open them a second later as he suddenly let her go. He left her staring after him, knowing that he got the last laugh. Touché.

     "Eggs. Scrambled," she answered a few moments later, the initial shock of a combination of his previous actions and the added knowledge that he cooks delaying her response time. After a few more seconds she recalled what manners were too and added a short please. "Do you want any help?" she offered when she acquired the full use of her brain. Standing around like an idiot and waiting for somebody else to cook her food while she did nothing wasn't exactly sitting well with her.

[Cash Hunter]

                        

He tried to cover the smugness he felt at bay. It was clear on her face and he knew the ginger probably had not expected for him to make that move. The knowledge of that had the corners of his lips quirking up into a smirk and to know that his actions were affecting her in some ways did nothing to tune down Cash Hunter's ever growing pride.

When he asked her choice for breakfast, his voice had returned back to normal. The pause that followed made the him glance back over his shoulder only to find her staring at him. A small chuckle escaped him. He nodded and returned his attention back into the fridge to pull out the carton of eggs.

The thought that she was shocked to learn that he cooks did not cross his mind, although it would not have surprised him even if she did. He knew not many men his age could cook and whilst he was not exactly a pro at it, he knew the basics. Thanks to his insatiable high rate of metabolism, Cash learned his way around the kitchen. Plus, he was perfect wholesome like that.

He took a bowl out to beat the eggs in and added some of the herbs could find. After the pan was heated, he poured it in. "Naw, I think I'm good. Do you want coffee or something with it? Tea?" He took the kettle out ready to boil some water. "Unless you wanted to do that...?" A playful smile tugged at his lips, wondering how badly did she want to get busy.

[Mercedes Allen]

    For what felt like the hundredth time that morning, it seemed like her mouth and her brain were refusing to work together. "I'll do it." The words flew out of her mouth before she realized what he was asking her to do, but once she said it she couldn't exactly take it back without skewing her pride even more in the process. She knew how to cook and happened to be a self proclaimed expert at baking, but never in her 18 years of living had she ever taken the time to learn such an elementary concept as making coffee or tea. If she wanted coffee she'd just buy some from the nearest coffee shop. She has never been overly fond of tea, but if she was in the mood for some, she'd just go to the store and snag a Snapple off the shelf. Mercedes never had the urge to learn how to make these beverages, but in this moment she was beginning to regret it.

    She took the kettle from his hands, gazing at the vessel as if in doing so it would tell her exactly what to do. This shouldn't be too hard, right? With false confidence, Mercedes put the kettle on the stove. The empty kettle. There. That wasn't so hard. Now for the tea. She opened a cabinet, finding nothing that resembled tea in any way, shape, of form. "Um," she peaked around the cabinet door at Cash, "where's the tea thingies?".