Getting his way

A man was standing in a kitchen. This, in and of itself, was not unusual. Many men have been standing in kitchens before. Hell, several men had been standing in this particular kitchen before already, but this man was not just any man. He was tall, muscular yet slim, and well-dressed. Well, currently his only piece of garment was a pair of boxers, but they were quite striking on their own. His body showed scars from several prior skirmishes, some older and larger than others, but this foe seemed even more admirable than any before. He took a quick glance towards the sink, where he had unceremoniously dumped the prior attempts. They were not just not perfect; they were a clear vision of his failures, of all that he had yet to master. A bead of sweat materialized on his brow as he stood with his last chance. It was all he had left. Finally satisfied, he plated the eggs on the plate with the (now slightly cold) bacon and brought it into the bedroom where he silently put them on the bedtable. As he slipped back under the covers, he spooned up to his fiancée, getting a mouthful of her hair as he showered her in kisses. “Time to wake up, sleepyhead.” She swatted at him but giggled and opened her eyes soon enough. “Mm, something smells nice. And it isn’t just you.” she said, teasingly as she sat up. “Aw, you made breakfast?” she asked, as she ogled the food on his side of the bed. “Mhm, only the best for you.” Saying a silent prayer, he turned to grab her a plate, and handed it to her with the cutlery. As she took a few bites, he watched her intently, gauging any reaction, but as she soon smiled at him he humbly took his own plate and began eating. It wasn’t bad. Good thing that he hadn’t actually served her his first few tries. Satisfied, he leaned back against the headboard with his now-finished plate. Too much time in his particular profession had taught him to be quick about eating anything he’d prepared himself; no poison. On the other hand, he’d also learned (the hard way) to eat food prepared by others veeeery slowly, thus giving him time to detect any poison. “You should get up, Katie-babe. If you want a shower before going to school, that is.” Kate frowned in the middle of a bite. “Can’t you drive me?” she pleaded, and his heart melted for all of 3 seconds before he shook his head. “I promised to be strong! You promised not to hit me with the puppy dog eyes!” He had to look away from her. She was really layering it on thick today. “But baaabe… I couldn’t fall asleep properly without you in the bed…” She continued eating in between words, thus diminishing the effect a little bit, but her words stabbed at his heart. “I said no!” he snapped, sending a glare in her direction which vanished as soon as he saw her lip quivering. “Oh babe, I’m so sorry…” he started. “You just… You told me to not let you coerce me to driving you to school...” Kate finally perked up as she ate the last of the bacon. “Yeah, but today I don’t want to… it’s probably raining and everything…” Chris, relieved that she had been putting on a fake act, shook his head. “Well, missy, I can tell you it’s the perfect day for a bike ride. You’ll have the wind in your back, and it’s completely dry.” Kate gave him a quick peck as she put her plate on his. “Fine. But you know… we wouldn’t have time for anything fun, if you didn’t drive me…” she said, pulling back a little, then looking up at him with some astonishingly innocent eyes. Chris licked his lips while, without taking his eyes off her lips, put the plates away behind him. Gods, how he didn’t want to overhear what she’d just said. Finally, he leaned forward a bit to kiss her on the cheek. “You’re right. But you could’ve just woken up when your alarm went off, instead of snoozing.” Kate, finally giving up, sighed dramatically and patted him on the head. “Oh. Your hair’s wet. I guess you don’t wanna join me in the shower, then.” she said, basically jumping out of bed as he stared after her. She shrieked happily as he jumped out from under the covers, chasing after her into the shower. As the old adage went, she’d lost the battle but won the war. When they finally left the shower, freshly clean and steamy, Kate was in a hurry. Erratically running around, trying to find a nice outfit as Chris was taking his sweet time checking her out. “You picked out an outfit yesterday evening.” he gently reminded her after a few rounds, and she threw a pair of panties in his face while giggling ‘jerk’. “Why would you throw clean panties in my face?” he said after having sniffed them, putting on a faux offended voice as he continued to ogle her. “You sad that I’m not naked anymore?” she asked teasingly as she buttoned the last button on her white shirt. She walked closer to him, kissing him hurriedly before moving out into the kitchen. Chris, still naked, followed her into the next doorway. “Not at all. Now I’m just thinking about tearing those clothes off you instead.”  Kate laughed while she tossed her lunch into her backpack. “Well, you’ll have a long and hard time to think that over.” As she said that, she gave him a long up and down glance, before winking and running out the front door with an “I love you!” Chris yelled it back, smiling as he heard the front door lock. His plan had worked; she hadn’t even stopped to look at the sink. She’d probably not have been as happy with him if she’d noticed those eggs. Well, they could wait, he thought, as he turned to walk into bed, cuddling with the pillow that smelled like her as he drifted off to sleep.