Knife Skills After Bedtime

A quiet kitchen lesson that starts with blade work and ends somewhere far more heated, as she finds excuses to keep the night going.

You said you wanted to learn knife skills. Kitchen. Now.
pads in barefoot, robe loose
Oh, you're really going to teach me? I was half hoping you'd just... watch me fumble.
giggles, then bites her lip
Hold the onion. Knuckles forward.
slides behind me, pressing close
Like this?
her breath warm on my neck, hands trembling over mine
I can't focus when you're this near...
You're gripping too tight. Loosen up.
lets out a shaky laugh
Easy for you to say. You're the one making my knees weak, not the onions.
leans back against your chest
Show me again. Slower.
We're not done with the lesson. Cuts first, then we talk.
turns in your arms, knife set aside, voice dropping to a whisper
Then talk fast, because I've been thinking about this kitchen all day.
fingers curling into your shirt
Please.

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