The car door squeaks as he opens it the rain hits his back and seems to follow him into the car. He lands quickly in the seat, soaking wet. The wipers swish back and forth quickly as the drops of rain pound heavily against the windshield. Darin takes a deep, refreshing breath and takes the smell of her into him.
"God, how I love driving her car," he says to himself as he melts at the scent of her. Her perfume mixed with the scent of her body fills the car. He stops short at a light and leans back in the seat as he closes his eyes, dreaming of her. The sound of the rain lulls him and he begins to daydream. He smiles to himself as the comforting lyrics to their song drift from the speakers.
Rain beats on the roof and lightning fills the sky as she gazes out the window. The sizzling sound of the bacon brings her back into reality. She turns the pieces as they begin to brown and looks around at the rest of their dinner. The chicken is finished from the grill and is warming in the oven while the light, lemon pepper sauce simmers on the stove. Jennifer sprinkles fresh cracked pepper over the salad and brings it to the table, dims the lights of the dining room and refills it with the glow of the candles in the center of the table.
Back in the kitchen, Jennifer splits the potatoes and scoops out the insides. "Hmm..." she groans as she crumbles the bacon into the potato, snitching a little piece. She mixes sour cream and cheddar cheese and fills the hollow shells. "Everything is coming together wonderfully," she says to herself. "It's a miracle," she thinks as a smile covers her face.
An obnoxious horn wakes Darin from his fantasies and he accelerates quickly. He laughs to himself and wonders how long he was at that light. "I could have stayed there all night, dreaming of her," he thinks to himself. He rounds the last corner and the rain begins to come down harder and faster. Lightning streaks from cloud to cloud and he picks up a little speed. He knows she gets a little scared when it storms like this. He turns into their driveway and follows the winding path to their house. The large brick structure sits massively up on the hill and he can see dim lights on in the dining room. He parks in front of the house instead of in the garage and rushes out of the car. Cold drops hit his back as he takes wide steps to the porch. "Man," he thinks as he's finally under the roof, "I only walked 10 feet and I'm drenched!"
She hears him on the porch and turns to see the door. Peeking her head around the corner she sees the door drift open slowly. He steps in and looks up at her, his wide eyes shining. "Honey, you're soaked!" she says as she rushes to him. She reaches out to him and takes his jacket from his shoulders. Her finger brushes his neck and she feels the same rush that she feels each and every time she touches him. She closes her eyes to savor the feelings running through her body. When her eyes open she feels him close to her and his lips find hers. She grabs him tightly and begins kissing down his chin to his neck. With her mouth wide she kisses and nibbles his neck as his wet body presses against her.
She pulls away and looks into his eyes, "Baby, we need to get you out of these clothes." She runs her hands up under his wet shirt rubbing her fingertips and then her palms over his cold nipples. She slides his shirt over his head and it lands on the floor. She leaves him there, dripping, and she dips into the guest bathroom. Returning with a big fluffy bath towel, Jennifer begins to wipe Darin's shoulders. She ruffles his hair and then dries his chest and then his back, dragging the towel slowly over his skin. She stops to run her smooth hands over his thick skin. She falls to her knees and unzips his pants and lets him step out of them.
