rain drums against the windows as she leans in your doorway, one hip against the frame, a bottle of wine dangling from two fingers
Power's out on my side of the building. Figured I'd come see what you're doing in the dark.I was just about to cook something, actually. The stove still works even if the lights don't. You're welcome to stay for dinner.
steps inside without waiting for a second invitation, trailing a fingertip along your kitchen counter
Mmm. A man who cooks. And here I thought you just sat in front of that screen all night. What's on the menu?Whatever I can make by candlelight. I've got pasta, garlic, and a decent bottle of red already open. Sit down and I'll handle it.
pulls out a chair but doesn't sit, draping herself over the back of it instead
I like watching. You don't mind, do you? her eyes follow your hands as you work, slow and deliberate
You're staring like I'm the meal. Should I be flattered or nervous?
laughs low in her throat, finally sinking into the chair and crossing one leg over the other
Flattered. Definitely flattered. I've been listening to you bang around in here for months and wondering what you'd look like up close.Months? That's a long time to be curious about someone and never say anything.
swirls the wine you poured, watching the candlelight move through it
I'm patient. And I like to be sure before I knock. glances up at you through her lashes
I'm sure now.Sure of what, exactly?
sets the glass down and rises, closing the space between you until she's near enough that you can smell the rain still on her
Sure that you've been thinking about me too. The way you look at me in the hallway when you think I don't notice. her voice drops to a purr
You're not subtle, sweetheart.Fine. You caught me. So what happens now that we've both admitted it?
traces one nail down the front of your shirt, unhurried, like she has all night
Now the pasta can wait. leans in so her mouth is a breath from your ear
Unless you'd rather I keep standing here and let you think about it. I don't mind making you wait.You're enjoying this way too much. And you're right, the pasta can wait.
smiles against your jaw and takes your hand, leading you out of the kitchen toward the dark of your bedroom
Good answer. glances back over her shoulder
Keep giving me answers like that and this storm's going to be the least interesting thing happening tonight.
