So what was on the agenda today? An oddly intriguing sort of a day to say the very least. To be entirely honest, Brad was a little concerned. Well, maybe more than a little. Oh fine, he was having a damn panick attack at the mere thought of what he was about to walk into. And given Brad's usual relaxed and nonchalant demeanor, this was new territory for him. When he had initially been told Kris was going to have the house all to herself, his mind went nowhere appropriate. He could think of a million and one things he wanted to do with the girl, hell<em>to</em>the girl, without the leering eyes of the domineering Blackwood men scurrying about the house. But, Kris had alternative plans for them. When she first approached the boys about it, he was rather taken aback that she had chosen to invite somebody else along for what could have been an epic sort of parentless evening. What did he know? Maybe that little fling in the commons was just a one time thing. His expression fell a bit as a random bought of self doubt leaked in dangerously. No, that couldn't be it, that day had been . . . beyond words really. Though, that bit of shock over being cast aside for a group dinner, was nothing in comparison to the tightening in the very pit of his stomach the moment the words left her lips in Dem's presence. Throngs of Gryffindor boys with endless pits for stomachs rampaging throughout the castle halls, and his devilish little vixen has to go and invite the one guy he happened to have slept with. The only thing he could be grateful for at this point, was that she hadn't walked in on something more hot and heavy than the two of them having a simple conversation over the finer aspects of the girls roaming the halls. Though, he had long since stopped the midnight romps with Dembod once Kris and himself had become more of an item. He just wasn't the kind of guy to go sneaking around like that. But, having a normal conversation with the piece of eye candy that was Dem himself had become more than just a challenge, in fact, it was almost torture.<br/><br/>Rounding the corner onto Kris' street, he surveyed the house and grimaced. He paused for a moment to try and reassure himself that Dem wasn't about to go blabbing to Kris about their previous run-ins, and that there was just no reason in Merlin for her to go asking. With those thoughts in mind, he took a deep, steadying breath and meandered up to the front door without pausing to knock. Door swinging wide with an almost ominous creak, he was immediately bombarded with what he could only describe as the best damn combination of tantalizing scents he had ever had the pleasure of inhaling. His mouth immediately began to water, followed by trailing his tongue lightly over the voluptuous forms that were his oversized lips in intense anticipation for the feast that Kris had promised to prepare. He couldn't quite see into the kitchen from where he stood, but a soft trickle of voices did echo towards his immense form as he strained to catch a glimpse of the conversation before he entered. He was fairly sure that Kris and Dem didn't really know one another, not that he hadn't considered that a plus when it came to people he canoodled with. But it was important to him that they at least get along, given that they were about to spend what he could only assume, would be a very tension filled evening, fraught with stolen glances and carefully constructed words. But, the trickle of voices seemed jovial enough, and he swore he even heard a bit of a teasing manner to the way Kris spoke, though he couldn't decipher the exact words. God that girl was sexy, even in just her tone. So between getting to catch another glimpse of a Dembod, and the lure of her voice alone, he left the uncomfortable and uncertain solitude behind him and turned into the kitchen with a nervous smirk lighting up his features.<br/><br/>He was almost relieved to see them with their backs to him, as it gave him time to glance them both over without the worry of getting caught with roving eyes. Both absolute pictures of perfection even in their stillness, he almost let out a satisfied sigh, but held it back before his silent entrance was ruined. Dem being the closest, he crept up stealthily in his usual castle mischief manner, and placed his hands on his shoulders. Giving them a slight squeeze and letting them linger a little as they fell off of his sculpted form, he stepped away before the more than friendly touch could be spotted.<strong>"Hey Dem, glad you could join us."</strong>Taking a quick look at the near hoarding level of food that Kris had slaved over, he couldn't suppress the snort of a laugh rising rapidly at the almost comical sight.<strong>"Because apparently, this little cutie robbed the whole of the castle's pantries before she began this little cooking spree."</strong>As he spoke, he wandered up behind Kris in turn and wrapped his arms around her midsection, nestling his hands into the soft skin of her abdomen, before placing a tender kiss on her neck.<strong>"Hey, you."</strong>The contact alone was enough to make him forget they had company, but he cleared his throat as he recalled vividly who<em>exactly</em>that company was, and stepped away from her. Finding what he assumed to be the only free counter space there was left in the whole of the kitchen, Brad hopped up swiftly and took a seat alternating glances between the two of them. He had a feeling that the eye flickering would be hard to conceal, so instead he grabbed at a tasty looking morsel and popped it into his mouth to silence whatever stupid words might come flying out without his permission. But damn if it wasn't just heavenly, and as a result he let out a satisfied little moan,<strong>"Mmmmm."</strong><br/><br/><br/>***Dempost to be edited once approved, as Thayet dunced, though is still luffled to pieces <3 to include Dem having returned from his frog catching and munching escapades to the kitchen to resume his playful banter with the darling Kris***