You weren’t sure how your nieces and nephews would react to meeting David. They could be a rowdy bunch at times, and no sooner had he knelt down to their level than they were all over him.
He just laughed and fell to the ground, wrestling them and flipping them into the grass. Even more impressive was the way he didn’t even flinch when a sharp elbow landed hard into his side. Still laughing the kids ran off to play on the playground and you hurried over to give David a hand.
Pulling him to his feet, you leaned against his uninjured side and walked him to the picnic tables. “Let’s see the damage then,” you said gesturing to him to lift up his shirt.
"It’s nothing really," he said with a wince as he sat down. You narrowed your eyes at him until he conceded, lifting his shirt.
"Ouch." Opening one of the coolers you pulled out an ice pack one of the parents had thoughtfully packed just in case. Covering it in a paper towel you gently pressed it to the darkening skin. "I’m sorry, David. I know they can be a bit much."
His arm slid around your shoulders pulling you close and he pressed a kiss to your mouth. “Nonsense,” he grinned. “They’re wonderful. And so are you.”
You’re on him the minute he opens the door, keys still in the lock. He drops his bags to the floor in favor of cupping your ass as you wrap your legs around his waist, arms locked around his neck. You kiss him hard, licking at his lips, saying in one kiss just how much you missed him.
He holds you against him, with one arm as he pulls the keys from the door, shuffling you both forward into the flat. Shutting the door and pinning you against it, he kisses back in earnest, excited. His mouth moves over your jaw to your neck as you run your fingers up into his hair.
"Gross, David." You frown, pulling back and looking at your now greasy hands. His hair is coated in the stuff and stiff as a board from the Doctor’s hair gel. His mouth moves over your neck, sucking bruises into the skin.
He answers between kisses, “Didn’t have time to shower. Missed you.”
With a smile, you unwrap your legs from his waist, dropping to the floor. “Well then, dirty boy, let’s get you all cleaned up,” you say with a leer. His laugh is equally as lewd and he pinches your bum as he follows you up the stairs.
My 3 words for you would be kind, creative, and talented. For the record.
"David, darling, I love you, you know that right?"
"Yes of course. I love you as well."
"Great, now take that horrid thing off!"
"What? What’s wrong with my vest?"
"If it had sleeves, what would you call it?"
"Exactly. So without sleeves it is a…?"
"Yes now take it off!"
"Doctor? What are you doing?"
"Science," he says, chewing thoughtfully.
"Er-" You stare down at the small army of multi-colored, many headed gummy bears, he’s lined up on the table. "What kind of science is that?"
"The most delicious kind!" He declares, smooshing the green head of his latest victim on the body of a similarly dismembered red bear. He smiles up at you. "The green ones taste best with the red."