Sam shut her eyes, enjoying the aromatic scent of the marinade's oils that was wafting up to her nose. The olive oil was warm and slick on her skin. She was glad she'd decided against the garlic and onions tonight.
Cameron squinted at the condiments in the refrigerator door and reached over to grab the bottle of chocolate syrup. He gripped the plastic bottle in both hands and squirted the chocolate in artistic arcs.
Sam shivered involuntarily. This was definitely a different combination, she thought, watching Cameron lick the chocolate off the back of his hand before burying his face back into his attention-consuming project, his mouth working hard. She off-handedly wondered what would've happened if she hadn't dared him to do this on his knees.
Cameron reached back around her to pull the JELL-O off the top shelf.
No. Not her JELL-O! It hadn't set yet!
She shut her eyes for a moment to block the sight of the bowl of her beloved JELL-O being tilted over, feeling its coolness as it dripped and dribbled over her toes and onto the kitchen floor. She hoped Cameron's surgeons had fixed his knees good; she didn't plan to get down on her knees to clean up after him this time.
For a long while she stood there, leaning back against the countertop, floating in the moment as she watched Cameron's head and face as he worked with more urgency, stains of blue covering what hadn't been smeared in chocolate-brown. What a mess. See if she ever invited him to dinner again, she thought, closing her eyes. She tilted her head back as a very contented smile filled her face.
"Now?" she asked after another long moment.
"Mmm-mmm," came Cameron's muffled reply.
Sam sighed, her breath catching. She wanted it now. She adjusted her hips to a more comfortable position against the counter, losing her footing for an instant in the slick mess on the floor. She gripped the countertop to keep from slipping.
Cameron caught her hip with his free hand to steady her. "Easy there," he said.
"Now?" she asked again, the barest hint of pleading in her voice.
Cameron massaged her hip for a moment before letting go and shook his head. "Not this time."
Sam tightened her grip on the countertop when the agony of denial became too much and she reached out a hand to give his head a slight pull toward her.
"Ah-ah-ah, naughty girl," Cameron said, reaching his free hand up to gently grab hers. She wove her fingers around his and squeezed. She kept tightening her grip until Cameron groaned, whether in pain or pleasure, she wasn't sure, and, as she groaned in release herself, she really didn't care.
After a minute she opened her eyes to find Cameron still on his knees in front of her, flushed and slightly smug about what he'd just done. Chocolate brown and blue streaks crossed his naked body. "Help a poor man up?" he asked.
Sam smiled and shook her head, gingerly stepping through the mess of food littering her floor and wiping the soles of her feet on the jeans Cameron had lost earlier at the edge of the kitchen. She headed toward the shower. "Poor man" had clean-up duty and she'd leave it up to him to figure out what they'd have for dinner now.