5pb. - Chapter 3 (END)

"5pb., please, I can't anymore..." you say with ragged breath.

Holding your face near, she looks at you pleadingly. "Aw, but I'm sure you can do one more... please? For me?" she says, giving you a smile.

"That's what you said ... last time... I can't last like this anymore..."

"Aw, alright, I guess we have been going at it for a few hours straight now."

"T-thank you..!"

You collapse sitting down on one of the seats, catching your breath. The room has air conditioning, and is set on full blast, yet you find yourself wiping the sweat from your brow. 5pb. sits herself close to you and rests her head on your shoulder. You look at her, her hair slightly frazzled, and sweat dripping down her brow as well. She wipes her sweat off and smiles at you sweetly.

"Well, all the same, you were great," she says.

"Oh, please, you did all the work, though I think after all that my legs feel sort of numb."

"I'm just glad you eventually got into it, you were so shy when I suggested it," she says with a slight chortle.

"Well I mean, I was just... you know... it was unexpected."

"I didn't know how flexible you were! That was surprising."

"Well, I'm surprised as well..." you say raising your eyebrows.

"The way you moved your hips was pretty funny though," she says starting to giggle.

"Please don't mention that again..."

"We should do this again sometime, maybe at my place next time!"

"Are you sure? We kind of made a mess here..."

"Don't worry about that, it's no problem at all."

"Because I'll be there to help clean up right?"

"Of course!" she replies with a chuckle. "Though I'm sure we won't be as messy."

"I gotta say, today was fun, though tiring," you say sighing contently.

"I guess all those choreography sessions we did wasn't just for show, huh?"

"Can't believe, not only did you make me sing, but dance as well in a duet..."

"And I appreciate it greatly you went through with it... I love you," she says as she rubs your cheek with hers.

"I love you too, 5pb., being like this together is like a dream... ow!"

"And now it's my turn to pinch back!" she says with a smirk.

"That makes us even then."

"Yep!"

"Well, I don't want ruin this moment, but I'm getting hungry," you say, feeling your stomach rumble.

"The snacks and drinks weren't enough, huh?"

"I mean, maybe if you didn't make me dance as well..."

"Fair enough I guess, did you have anything in mind?"

"Well, normally I'd be at home right now cooking my own dinner."

"Oh? You know how to cook?" she asks with almost too much enthusiasm.

"It's a necessary skill to learn, so yeah, I do know how to."

You see her starting to get excited all of a sudden, and she looks at you like a child being told they can get their favorite treat. She opens her mouth slightly about to speak but then closes it, trying to find the right words. You see her raise a finger with a smile, then see it drop down. She begins to look around, as if the room itself would have the answers she's looking for.

"Uh, 5pb.?" you ask, almost reluctantly.

"Huh? What? Oh! What is it?"

"Did you, by any chance, want to go back to my place and have some home made dinner together with me?"

She looks taken aback as she hears your words. "H-how did you know?"

"Just ... a guess," you say, shrugging.

"Anyway, y-yes, if it's fine with you..."

"It's not a problem, but I hope you won't expect something extravagant."

"I'll be happy with whatever you'll cook!"

Standing up, you offer your hand to 5pb., to which she accepts and you help her up. "Let's go then?"

"Sure," she says with a nod.

5pb. produces the card she used a while ago from her pocket and swipes it, unlocking the door. The both of you leave the room, and walk down the hallway back to the entrance. You reach the counter with the girl from before, and 5pb. hands her the card.

"Oh? Are you two leaving already?" the girl asks.

"Yes, thank you again for treating us, we'll be sure to come back again!"

"Did you two have fun?"

"Yes! He showed me moves you wouldn't believe!"

"Uhm, what?" the girl says looking slightly taken a back.

"She made me dance, and sing," you interject.

"Oooh! Okay, you two have a safe trip home!"

She bows as you two wave and exit the bar. Various lights of different storefronts and buildings greet you, lighting up the night. Glancing at 5pb., she holds on to your arm and smiles at you.

"Ooh, I'll get to see your place, this is a bit exciting."

"Don't expect a mansion or anything..."

"I won't!"

"Alright, let's go," you say tugging her arm slightly.

"Oh? We'll walk?" she asks with great surprise.

"Yeah, it's not far from where we are right now actually, better hold on tight, wouldn't want you to get lost."

"Okay!" she says, happily hugging your arm.

The walk to your apartment building was uneventful, aside from a random fan recognizing 5pb., and asking for an autograph, to which 5pb. happily obliged. Reaching the apartment building, an empty front desk greets you in the lobby as you press the button to call for an elevator.

"Ooh, so what floor are you on?" she asks.

"Ninth."

"Isn't it a bother if the elevator is out of order?"

"Well, only if I'm bringing in groceries or something, otherwise going up the stairs is just slightly slower.

"Ah, that's true."

"Elevator's here, hop on," you say pressing the 9th floor button.

The elevator ride is quick and in less than a minute you arrive at the 9th floor and begin walking towards your apartment, with 5pb. hugging your arm. Arriving at your door, you fish out your key from your pocket and open the door. You enter your apartment first and begin to take off your shoes to wear your slippers. Inviting 5pb. in, you point to a similar pair of slippers nearby.

"Here, you can wear these here," you tell her.

"These are pretty cute, didn't think you to be the type to get these..."

"I-it was a 2-for-1 deal... anyway, do you want something in particular for dinner?"

"I'm feeling I'd like some spaghetti, it's been a while since I've had some..."

"Well, at least we're the only two here..."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, nothing, go ahead and sit by the TV if you want, I'll start dinner," you say pointing towards your living room area.

"Okay!"

You see her walk towards the living area as you pointed out, and shortly you hear the familiar sound of your TV turning on, and the sounds of a news report playing.

"Hey, where do you keep the remote? Oh wait, I found it," 5pb. calls out, as you hear the TV change channels.

Preparing the saucepan and the ingredients, you hear the TV eventually settle on playing music as you hear 5pb., begin to sing along. You listen to 5pb. sing as you cook the meal, enjoying her voice permeate throughout your household. If your house was alive, you're more than certain it would've started moving along to 5pb.'s singing, her voice is as lovely as ever. You hear her singing stop after a while as the music from the TV is replaced by what sounds like a DJ doing a commercial break.

"There's a movie I wanna watch about to play on TV soon, do you think we can eat as we watch it?" 5pb. asks.

"Sure, this should be done by then, hopefully."

"Yay!"

Continuing your cooking, you hear 5pb. begin to sing along with the TV once more. You take great care to not lose yourself to her singing, as much as you'd want to do so. Her singing sounds so much sweeter than what you remember during her performances on stage. The songs continue, giving you entertainment as you cook. After a couple more songs, you eventually finish cooking, and walk to the living room area, where 5pb. is sitting down on the sofa, giving you a small wave as she notices you enter.

"Here you go 5pb., just as you requested. Also has the movie started?" you ask, sitting beside her and handing her a plate.

"Thanks! And no, it'll start in about a few minutes," she says beginning to eat the plate of spaghetti.

"What's the movie about anyway?"

"It's a comedy-parody movie, it got lambasted by critics but the audience loves it."

"Sounds like a good time," you say getting a nearby napkin and wiping some sauce off 5pb.'s face.

"Thanks."

"No problem, you seem to be enjoying the meal at least," you say beginning to eat as well.

"It's really good!"

"I'm glad to hear that. Oh! it seems the movie is about to start."

"It's nice."

"Hm? What is?"

"Being like this, having home cooked dinner and watching a movie with you."

"You're making it sound like this would be the last time we'll be doing this," you say chuckling.

"I-I it wouldn't be..."

"5pb., it's only the first day of our relationship, I'm sure we'll be spending more time together in the future, like tomorrow and the next day, and so on."

"And maybe, I'll be the one making you dinner next time!"

"I'm looking forward to it then."