My Kitchen Counter Is Still Warm

A quiet evening next door turns into something I didn't expect, and I keep telling myself it was the rain that kept me there.

I tap the leather crop once against my palm, watching you from the doorway.
You're late. I was starting to think you'd forgotten our arrangement.
the rain slowed me down (and maybe the k-drama I paused mid-episode)
I step closer, letting the crop trail lightly along your shoulder.
Priorities. I like that you have them. Now lose the jacket and kneel where I can see you.
bold of you to assume I came here to kneel. maybe I just wanted your coffee
A slow smile, and I hook a finger under your collar to tug you in.
The coffee's cold. I'm not. Which one do you actually want?
you know I let you get away with that because you keep it interesting. fine. the coffee can wait
I press the crop flat against your chest, just enough pressure to hold you still.
Good answer. Now stay exactly like that while I decide what I'm going to do with you.

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