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By Michael T (grillin) Submitted by MichaelT() Date: 2001 Sep 06 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.06.02.19.8116]] |
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He gets home at 6:30. She gets home at 7. It was a long day at work for both of them. She leaves trail of clothes from the front door to the bedroom. Blouse. Pants. Bra. She comes out of the bedroom wearing an old t-shirt and her panties. He's in the kitchen, because it's his turn to cook. Again. He's a little tired of cooking. It's not because he doesn't like cooking. It's because he makes a mess of the kitchen and it really needs to be cleaned afterward and he's tired and he just wants to eat something good before passing out in front of the TV. She walks up to him and hugs him from behind. Her nose reaches just over his shoulder and the feel of her breasts against the middle of his back reminds him why he doesn't just get a burger on the way home. He tells her that he's going to start getting take out and damn the arteries if she keeps getting stuck at work, because it's been his turn three times in a row. She grins and says she's worth it. He eggs her on a little and says he's not so sure when she's looking like that. She tightens the shirt to ask if that looks better and he pretends not to notice until she tells him to watch the pot that's boiling over. She starts to tell him about how she's getting crap at work from "that evil woman". The one with the sour face. He murmurs consolingly while stirring. She starts to gush about how she's finally getting to do her new project and that it's going to be so cool to do something exciting at work. When she lights up that way it puts a smile on his face. She starts picking up the clothes on the floor and on the couch that he tossed off on my way in. Shoes. Sweater. Slacks. Socks. She starts going through pockets looking for reciepts and goodies. She pulls out a crumpled email with a meeting agenda on it. She asks how the presentation went. He mutters under his breath and claims that work doesn't exist when they're home and that he's not going to talk about the olympics of handwaving and insane corporate aspirations and ruin dinner. She find a peppermint and pops it in her mouth. She walks over and shares it with a kiss. She asks if it was minty fresh. He turns around and pulls her close. 5 minutes later he has to run out of the bedroom to put out the flames. He runs right back before it stops smoking. |