Driving along the highway the spring scenes slide by as Natasha's mind plays over the plans she's made for the night to come. For several weeks she's been noticing that Jeffrey seemed very distant, almost dead toward her emotionally. Each time she would attempt to speak on the subject, he would just shrug the comment off and go about daily chores as if nothing were wrong.
Hurrying home from work, her fingers tap impatiently against the leather steering wheel at every red light. The inability of not being able to get to the house soon enough nearly driving Natasha crazy. Hurriedly pulling into the driveway after what seems an eternity of driving, she parks the car and dashes into the house fighting with the key and lock in her haste.
Laughing at herself as she stumbles into the silent two-story home, Natasha leans against the front door sighing softly at the feel of sturdy comfort in the home and how much she loves this house. It had at one time belonged to her grandparents, it was her home away from home during the long hot summers when her parents would travel Europe leaving her behind at grandma and grandpa's for months out of the year. So many good memories ghost through the halls and rooms of the old Victorian style home. Natasha sighs with contentment and slowly moves away from the old oak door dropping the ring of keys into the glass tray on the hall table, the tinkling sound echoing through the large foyer in protest of the unexpected intrusion.
Hurrying up the winding polished staircase, Natasha quickly strips out of the clothes she wore to work and starts a hot shower, checking the time she rushes through the shower. Quickly drying her skin and dressing in the silk low cut black top and new form fitting jeans laid across the bed. fixing her long dark hair and makeup, she takes a last look in the mirror before heading downstairs. Smiling at her reflection in the old mirror she then moves her feet quickly down the hall and back down stairs.
Going into the kitchen, Natasha starts preparing the specially planned meal for the evening. Checking the cake baking in the oven she sniffs at the rich aroma of chocolate teasing the air.
Smiling to herself, she carefully stirs the rice and turns the frying chicken. Knowing this to be Jeffrey's favorite of foods, she had carefully planned the meal of home fried country chicken with rice, noodles, gravy, and seasoned mashed potatoes.
Placing the finished dishes into fire glazed crockery serving containers, the table waits with a setting for two. Her grandmothers' blue pottery dinnerware adorning the shining cherry table with white and blue taper candles illuminating the slowly darkening room, ,making the perfect accent to the pottery resting on the table.
Removing the cake from the oven, she mixes the necessary ingredients for the rich chocolate icing. Stirring each ingredient lovingly by hand, Natasha checks the time yet again. Her hands begin to shake nervously as she realizes that time is quickly escaping her.
Dumping the cake onto the pedestal-serving platter, she touches it lightly testing its coolness. Groaning softly to herself she wonders if the cake will cool enough to frost before Jeffrey arrives home.
Finishing the ingredients to the icing, she carefully begins frosting the double layered chocolate cake. Slowly stroking the icing onto the cake layers, she smiles as the frosting glistens in the candlelight. Licking her fingers of the chocolate cream, her head jerks up at the sound of a key turning in the door lock.
Grinning, she gently sets the glass-mixing bowl in the porcelain sink. Moving silently on bare feet into the hallway, Natasha leans casually against the doorframe to the kitchen, glancing into the darkened den a slow smile crossing her lips as she sees the flickering illumination from the oil lamps burning against the mirrored mantel over the low burning fire place. Everything perfectly in place for the evening planned.
So she thinks.
Entering into the house, Jeffrey's met by a grinning Natasha. Stopping in his tracks with the key still in the door and his hand resting on the metal handle he looks into her smiling face as his mood darkens immensely,
"What's up Natash?"
Moving from the doorframe, she walks silently up to him. Taking the key from the door she pulls Jeffrey into the house by his unbound necktie. Pushing the heavy wooden door shut behind him, Natasha gently forces his body back against the door leaning her weight against his lean frame to trap him against the carved surface of the door. Raising her face to his, he reluctantly lowers his lips to her kiss. Feeling the love course through her lips, he groans softly. Wrapping his arms around her back, he pulls her closer to him feeling her body yield into his.
Breaking the kiss, Jeffery draws a deep breath through his nose and lets it out slowly. Trying to calm the erratic beating of his heart, he looks down into Natasha's loving eyes. Pulling her back against him, he rests his chin against the top of her dark head.
Listening to his heart beat, Natasha smiles slowly.
"I have a surprise for you baby."
Looking up at Jeffrey, she smiles warmly into his face.
"Really? I thought I smelled something good cookin' in here."
Laughing at his jibe, Natasha punches his mid-section playfully.
Taking his hand she leads him into the kitchen. Stopping in the doorway he nearly freezes to the floor. Fighting the sigh that threatens to escape he slowly enters the room and takes the seat offered to him.
"I thought maybe we needed some time together, since we've both been working so much lately and with you have been putting so many late hours in at the office. I just thought maybe.."
Grinning wickedly she lets her breast rest against his arm.
