As soon as I catch you

When Claire walked out of the bathroom with wet hair, she saw Donald not in the room so she walked out of his room and searched for him in the living room. While searching, she perceived the aroma of something delicious so she trailed the smell to see him in an apron placing the plates on the dining table.

"Claire," he spotted her.

"Hey!" She ran to the table and scanned everything he cooked with her eyes and brightly glanced up at him to see he was heading back to the kitchen. "You cooked this?" She was impressed.

"I cook, of course," he carried the last plate to the dining room and waited for her to come because he knew she was following him.

"You don't cook Donald," she uttered.

"You sound like you know me that well," he attacked.

"I know, you can't cook," she added as she pulled her chair to sit because he didn't do it for her.

"So what then? I'm not Donald?" Corey asked.

"I don't know... you've been..." She recalled. He had been a bit nice and caring, saying all this will push him away so. "I wonder if it tastes as it smells," she changed the topic and Corey was relieved about it. He lifted his eyes at her just at the same time she did so their eyes met.

"What?" she asked.

"Why?"

"Just...you are staring at me," she blurted. "Am I that..." She tucked her hair to the back, smiling. "... beautiful?"

"Yes," he didn't lie.

"I know, you don't need to testify," she boasted and began to dig in. "So far from being a gentleman, he couldn't get the chair for me and now he isn't able to open a better conversation and make me blush a little, here I am now, serving myself and he just sits there eating..." She glanced at him. "He couldn't even wait for me," she glared at him.

"Claire, I don't think you are hungry because if you are you won't be spraying your saliva on every food on the table," they never seemed to run out of words against each other. Corey said this to her only for her to gasp.

"Why are you so..." Frustration and loss of words caused her to bite her lower lip and her head swelled.

"Eat your food," he pushed her hands down and placed the cutlery in her hand. "You are too beautiful to be stupid you know," he suddenly added when she had begun to eat. "But I guess it's rather, being too beautiful blinds you to thinking you are smart. When... sadly, you are just too beautiful and dumb."

"Donald!!" She pouted her lips and made that childish expression as if she was going to cry.

"Okay, eat," he smiled secretly to himself and watched her eat as she constantly threw deadly glares his way. He chuckled until he began to cough. This gave her the chance, she seized his water and the jug.

"Apologize to me if you want to drink water," she looked decisive.

"C'mon," he coughed. "There's water in the kitchen, dummy!" He coughed hard and turned around to go get water in the kitchen. It wasn't comforting coughing this way.

Standing by the sink gulping water, he suddenly felt this chilled liquid on him. He gasped because it was water and it was flowing down to his face and then to his shirt. "Claire!" He almost roared when he turned around to see her holding the jug of water and laughing.

Just when he took steps to catch her, she ran out of the kitchen and went around the dining table. He settled on the other end of the table. "Consider yourself dead as soon as I catch you," he went around the table to get his hands on her but she changed her position to stand at the end of the table he was standing at before.

Soon, going around in circles got tiring so she ran to the living room and hid behind the curtains.

"I see your feet, Claire," he ruined it for himself. And Corey realized how stupid he was to blurt that out because she changed her position again.

Claire was enjoying being chased by him, she giggled her belly out as he came closer to her. "Stop trying, you can't catch me," she was laughing while he had this strong face to have his hands on her.

"Ahh!" She screamed when he was getting closer to her. She was a girl, she couldn't jump over the chair so she ran around it while he used a shortcut by jumping over the chair.

And that was how he used all he got to catch her by her waist. Using all his might, he lost his stance and she lost hers too so they fell to the ground, Corey hitting his body on hers to the ground.

Her giggles stopped as she had lost to him. She covered her face with her palms because she already knew how he was going to stare at her. "You aren't going to spank me, are you?" She asked, catching her breath.

The moment Corey got his hand on her, he stared at her for his point of view wondering where the urge to make her pay for wetting him went to. He just wanted to laugh at her for losing. "What a waste of time with you," he almost spat as he grew to his feet.

Claire stayed on the ground, watching him go to his room, he must be going to have his bath. She smiled because she enjoyed being chased by him and she was glad he caught her. It was fun to also have him on top of her. It wasn't the first but he was just so big and she so adored his capabilities.

She eventually stood up and went to finish her dinner. When he didn't come down from his room as it was taking too long, she went up the stairs to go to him only to see him descending the stairs.

"You... Are you upset with me?" She asked as she followed him to the dining table.

"Yes," he answered sincerely.

"I'm not going to say sorry," stubbornly, she said.

"I don't need your apology," he strictly said before glaring at her. "Why are you in my house? And why is my shirt on you?!"