Jack's apartment is quite messy, as he has not been there in quite a while. Even though his floor is clean and you can make your way across the floor without killing yourself, you must be weary of anything that could possibly jump out and bite you.

[more description later, I'm feelin' lazay.]

Jack still held Melody close to his body as they walked up the stairs and into his apartment. "I kind of cleaned it," he admitted, opening the door and letting Melody down. "It's much better than it was before." He made his way into the kitchen, taking his shirt off and dropping it on the floor. "Much better." He said, grinning.

Melody rolled her eyes at the mess. "You're gross." She teased, walking over the clothes to the kitchen. She opened the fridge, tossing her shorts in the corner and bending over, searching for eggs- and some sort of meat. Anything would be fine- she would make it. She found a full carton of eggs at the back of the freezer, not hard boiled and still good. She decided to look for the meat later. She took out his only frying pan and proceeded to crack six eggs on there once it was warm.

"Nah," Jack said, "I'm a guy." He grinned at Melody. "Mmm, smells delicious," he commented. "This is so much better than any stuffy restaurant." Dare I say it? "You can't admire buns like those in public." He said cheekily, coming up behind Melody and gently rubbing her butt before kissing her neck.

Melody rolled her eyes at the slightly out of character compliment, but continued with her saucy retort. "Unless you're visiting a strip club- that's rather public huh?" Melody loved to find loopholes in things, but she kissed his cheek to show she was teasing. "How will you take 'em?" She asked, thinking afterwards that he may not realize she was talking about the food.... er, eggs.

Jack stuck his tongue out at Melody. "Strip club. Ha." He shook his head. "Uh, scrambled..." he said, allowing the tone in his voice to point out the obvious comment that was there. He grinned.

Melody grinned, doing as he requested. "Find a plate somewhere." She asked him, "I'm almost done." She looked at the messy kitchen. "I don't know where you could possibly keep them..."

"In the cupboard, like a normal human does." Jack said, grabbing a couple of plates and silverware for them. "Here ya go," he said, setting them down on the table. "But like I said, clothes on, no service." He winked at her and grinned.

"hey hey hey, keep your pants on." Melody grinned. "And you thought strip clubs were a joke." She said, taking off her shirt before putting the entire pan of eggs onto his plate. "Don't worry, I'm making more." She grinned again, laughing as she anticipated his answer.

Jack stood there for a moment, processing what she had said. Suddenly he burst into peals of laughter. As he slipped out of his jeans, he shook his head. "I don't even know how to answer that." He said, still laughing. "But I hope your eggs are good." He grinned.

"You know they'll be good." Melody teased. "The better question is what will you love more, me or the fabulous cooking." She turned to kiss his nose, smiling.

"Hmmmm," Jack said. "That's a toughie." He smiled and put his hands on her hips. "I think you," he murmured in her ear. "But I'm going to have trouble loving you if I'm starving." The grin that was on his face was obvious in his tone.

"Haha- if you're so hungary then eat you bugger." Melody said, she cracked the remaining eggs into the pan, then turned, kissing him and hipping at his neck.

Jack kissed her back, his plate still in his hand, kissing down her jawline and her neck. "All right, all right, I'll eat," he said, kissing her nose and backing away. He sat down at the table and began to shovel the eggs into his mouth. "Mmmm, tis is delishus," he mumbled, his mouth rather full.

"Don't talk with your mouthful Jack." She reminded him, feeling like such a mom. She scrambled the eggs in the pan- everything did smell great. "I'm glad you like them." Melody hoped twelve would be enough for him, she still wasn't sure exactly how much werewolves ate...

Jack rolled his eyes and swallowed before he spoke again. "Thanks, mum." He said sarcastically, but his grin gave him away. "It was delicious, and just the right amount." He realized that he was still wearing his boxers, he fixed that. "It's nice to be in your own house," he said, laughing.

Melody purred, seeing him sitting there. "Well, I'm still hungry. And as much as I love you you're just not edible." Melody laughed, scooping a small portion of food onto her own plate, sitting down next to Jack on the crowded table.

Jack grinned evilly at her, letting her eat just a bit before he slid his fingers up her thigh and along the edge of her panties, kissing her neck gently. "Isn't it delicious?" He asked her, his face still somewhere around her shoulder.

"Hmm- I already knew how my cooking tastes." Melody teased, pretending to to get the point. "Oh, you mean this?" Melody asked, pretending to realize the real question, kissing him gently. "You tell me." Melody's eyes shone. "Tasty?"

"Delicious," Jack answered, kissing her again and again. "Mmmm." He grinned and his eyes sparkled. He gently unclasped her bra. "Much better," he said, kissing down her throat.

Melody shrugged her bra off, moving off her seat and onto Jack's chair, sitting on his lap, holding his head in her hands and catching his mouth between kisses, bring him back up to her face.