A/N: Thanks for reading, it means a lot. =0)
So what are you wearing?" Adam asked while driving, taking a right turn.
It had been three weeks since the Mayfairs had spent the night together. Adam had been calling Katherine at least twice a week.
"I'm hanging up now," Katherine announced, putting the phone on her night table. It was 7:30 in the morning and the call had woken Katherine up. She got up from her bed wearing a short black nightgown and on her way out of her room she grabbed a robe and headed downstairs.
Katherine was already in the kitchen setting her coffee maker up so she could enjoy a fresh cup of coffee while reading the newspaper. Her routine was interrupted by the doorbell.
"What are you doing here?" she asked upon opening the door.
"Since you wouldn't tell me what you were wearing," Adam explained, "I decided to take a look in person." He flirted, playing with Katherine's robe.
"Good luck with that," Katherine wished him, brushing his hands off of her.
"So aren't you going to invite me in?" Adam pointed out.
"Don't you have a job?" Katherine snapped back.
"Yes," Adam admitted. "My job right now is to prove you that I really want to be with you," he smiled.
"Come on in." Katherine rolled her eyes.
"So you changed the color on the walls." was the first thing Adam noticed.
"Yes, it was too dark," Katherine informed him. "I was just making coffee do you want some?" she offered.
"Please," Adam accepted, following her to the kitchen.
Adam took an early lead and went straight to the cupboard, remembering exactly were Katherine kept each kitchen appliance, and grabbed two coffee mugs placing them on the counter near the coffee maker.
Katherine was taking some eggs, milk, butter, among other things out of the refrigerator so she could cook a pair of Western Omelets for them to eat, as Adam went looking for a pan and spatula.
"So what are we cooking?" Adam wondered.
"I was thinking a pair of Western Omelets," Katherine shared. "It's your favorite, right?" Katherine remembered.
"See, this is fun," Adam assured her, helping her clean the table since they were done with their breakfast. "Just like an old married couple." He grinned, putting the dishes in the sink.
"You really aren't giving up, are you?" Katherine noticed how Adam kept pushing the idea of them getting back together.
"Just tell me what I have to do," Adam begged.
"There won't be any sex," Katherine warned him.
"Oh, come on!" Adam couldn't believe it.
"Sorry." Katherine smiled, turning the faucet on. "But I'm willing to let you change my mind on the subject," Katherine proposed, turning around to face Adam.
"We have a deal." Adam smiled, pulling Katherine closer to him and kissing her passionately, making Katherine push his back to get him closer.
"Now be a dear," Katherine broke the kiss, still playing her fingers on the back of his head and combing his hair "and wash the dishes." Katherine winked, getting out from between Adam and the sink.
"So you are officially dating your ex-husband." Lynette concluded, raising Bree's bet in their weekly poker game, "Or should I say doing your ex-husband?" Lynette teased.
"That's the best sex you'll ever have," Gaby shared, "Passionate hot sex with your ex-husband." Gaby recalled those times when she and Carlos would sneak around when she was still married to Victor Lang.
"Except," Katherine interrupted with her nose wrinkled, "I'm not really sleeping with him," she admitted.
"Are you insane?" Gaby couldn't believe it.
"I think it's a smart move," Bree defended Katherine's point of view raising Lynette's bet. "They hardly know each other and, well, trying to revive a failed marriage is a complex situation that requires thoughtfulness." Bree explained.
"'Know each other'?" Gaby quoted. "They were married, they already know each other," she reminded her.
"Bree is right," Susan agreed. "They haven't seen each other in almost 8 years," she pointed out, "people change."
"I just want to make sure I can trust him first," Katherine admitted, taking a sip of her drink.
"You're doing the right thing," Bree reassured her best friend, grabbing the pot from the middle of the table after Lynette folded and winning the hand.