This is my first story, all feedback is welcome!
It's raining outside. The morning had started misty and slow, but now it's a downpour. We rolled out of bed a few hours ago, but haven't moved much beyond making breakfast and drinking 2 cups of coffee. Finally bad weather, we've been excited to wear our new sweatpants and now have the opportunity.
We crave warmth. Typically would be fireplace, ramen, and the shittiest hallmark Christmas movie imaginable so we could jab elbows into each other's sides and when the cringe hits the hardest or ask why Lindsey Lohan is in this. But today we want to be just slightly more active after the double dose of caffeine.
So we both start scrolling our phones looking for new recipes. I've always wanted to try to make tiramisu so I pull up sallys baking addiction, flip you the phone and are immediately sold.
But it's gonna be a process cause we just ordered all the ingredients from doordash cause who the hell keeps ladyfingers in the cabinet? We decide to get everything ready in the kitchen (it's already clean)
Mise en place is my fucking favorite and you know that.
You reach up for the large bowl with the flat bottom on the top shelf in the cabinet. Your crop top lifts up as you raise your arm, exposing most of your low back and I catch a glimpse of your bralette. Black; interesting.
Overcast outside; even, soft light flows in from the kitchen window behind you, no harsh shadows. You need the second bowl, for dipping the ladyfingers in, so you return to your tip toes reaching up with both hands this time. I step behind you, gently pushing against your body and pressing your hips into the countertop, reaching over you, grabbing the bowl. You drop down back onto your heels, unknowingly pulling my pants down with your ass just an inch or two.
I bend down and kiss the back of your neck, exposed because your hair is up in a bun. I check my phone, doordash is still 25 minutes away... interesting.
I pull at the string behind you keeping your apron on and you crick your neck to the side, beckoning for more. Grabbing your hips and pulling you back into me, running my hands along your panty line to your naval. At the same time I slowly and softly kiss up your neck to your ear
I hear you draw in a breath quickly and hold it, anticipating what comes next. You turn around; looking at you confirms it. Those green eyes melt me instantly and I pick you up and put you on the cold countertop. Cupping my face we stare at each other for a few seconds, thankful we have this time together and reading each other's minds.