I wake up a few hours later, stretching and rolling over to your side of the bed. My arm hit nothing but the pillow. This, along with the smell of cooking food, wakes me up. Dragging myself out of the comfort of the bed, I grab another t-shirt and my shorts, quickly throwing them on. I run a brush through my hair, then leave the room to find out what was waiting for me.
I pad, barefoot, to the kitchen and stop short, a small smile spreading across my face. I lean up against the door, watching you moving around the room, oblivious to my presence. From the delicious smell coming from the stove, it seems we were having baked chicken. My stomach rumbles. I abandon my post at the doorway, moving silently up behind you. I chuckle as you jump slightly at my arms wrapped tightly around you, my cheek pressed against your shoulder. "Hiya, big boy," I purr, kissing your back.
I could hear the smile in your voice as you ask, "Sleep well?" Feeling a little dreamy, I only nod. Groaning, I reluctantly let go of you, stepping back a bit as you turn to face me. Leaning down, you give me a slow, soft kiss, making me want to melt into you. My tummy announces itself in a rather rude way, and I scrunch up my face as I step back. "Don't worry. Dinner will be ready in a few minutes," you say.
Turning to the door, I nod, saying, "I'll be outside, so just come get me." I disappear out the door, heading to the porch. Once outside, I was awestruck. I had seen it many times as a kid, spending many a lazy summer on my great-aunt's farm, but the night sky in the middle of nowhere always seemed to amaze me. The cabin was situated in its own little clearing, giving me a perfect view overhead. I sit down on the top step, smiling to myself as I remembered those good times.
I'm not sure how long I sat out there. A short while later you appear at the door, with a plate in hand. Answering my puzzled look, you say, "I figured here would be a nice spot to eat." Handing me the plate, you smiled and winked before briefly stepping back inside. Moments later, you were sitting with me on the top step, our backs against a support post on either side.
Forgoing the usual niceties, I dig into the chicken casserole-like concoction on my plate with unladylike gusto. When the tummy is hungry, I never ignore it for long. We sit in silence for a while as we finished dinner, setting the plates to the side. Patting my tummy, I smile over at you, saying, "You're a better cook than I assumed you could be."
You hold out your hand, whispering, "Come here." A slight thrill went up my spine. That always seems to happen when you whisper anything to me. Taking your hand, I scoot over until I'm sitting between your legs, my back against your chest. My fingers idly tangle themselves in yours as I looked up at the sky. Turning my head to look up at you, I turn back to look at the sky, saying, "Have you ever seen anything so beautiful in your life?"
