somewhere in the kitchen

When River was alone in the kitchen, he said that word under his breath that he never used in this house. Then he whispered "shit" and gritted hard, regretting terribly for letting Declan have his gum. He stared at the coffee pot. It was still making coffee. He bit his knuckle hard as if he needed to stop himself some how from making this worse.

Here he'd been watching himself, closely. Trying to be good, he supposed. For the sake of Declan. However, he'd been watching Delcan, too. Every move he made. His mood. His lips. The way, Declan helped him in the kitchen.

River sighed as if he better get the coffee cups and act as if that kiss never happened. But it did. And his heartbeat tightened. He never let himself fall in love. Not this hard. Not this way.

"Are you all right?" He heard Declan behind him. River thought he might have jumped out of his skin as he turned to see Declan's gaze. He wanted to stop it. He did, but..he couldn't resist. He torpedoed into Declan's face with his lips and soon he'd smashed Declan into the wall. He kissed him hard, at first, but then passionately and slow as if it wasn't for show. As if Declan needed to know that maybe he wasn't all right, after all.

The kiss went on for several minutes. It went different places too. He wasn't sure if Declan meant to push him back. It felt as if he kissed him back, but River got rammed into the kitchen counter. Before he knew it, he was sitting on the kitchen counter. His legs apart. Declan between them. Kissing his lips as if he'd turned on a switch of some kind.

His fingers touched the satin of Declan's locks. It was as if he'd opened this new beginning that startled River as he smiled looking at Declan now as they took a breath. Here they went again. Happiness gravitated.

The doorbell rang. The sound was funny. Possibly, because River never heard it, before. No one ever came to the house.

"Should we get that?" Declan asked out of breath, searching River's eyes.

"No. They'll go away." River smiled slyly as he pushed the locks away from Declan's face. But the doorbell persisted. He noticed how raw Declan's lips were. He shook his head no, pulled him back. "Just let it ring. We're not home." He knew deep down Declan would not want anyone to see him this way. Besides, they had a lot to figure out.