Awaking sore and blissfully happy, I rolled over and the blue ocean eyes stared back at me. "Morning, beautiful." He winked then kissed me.
"Morning yourself." I lifted up the sheets and saw that he was already pretty excited. I giggled and dove under the sheets and brought them over my head.
The day before washed across my memory. Feeling his arms wrap around my waist and pulling me against him, I kissed his chest and smiled. After spending so much time away, between him working and me working and teaching dance, I was so happy to spend a couple days with him. He was taking some vacation days, and I luckily got a few days off, right in a row.
"I need food." I slipped out of his arms and out of bed, gabbing his cotton t-shirt from the floor. Pulling it over my head to settle on my naked body, I saw him wink at me. As I walked out of the room, I heard him sigh and flop back against the bed.
Giggling, I walked down the stairs and rounded the corner into the kitchen. The first moment I saw his kitchen, I wanted to work in it. I loved cooking and his kitchen was perfect for it. It was always kept clean because his mother was a chef so she knew her way around a kitchen.
Opening the fridge, I found all the ingredients I was looking for to make omelets. After getting them out, I set them on the counter and walked over to the stereo to turn on some music. I started walking back towards the kitchen when he appeared at the end of the stairs in nothing but black boxers. Grinning, he went over to the coffee pot and poured himself a cup.
He came up behind me as I started working at the stove, and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Hi." He whispered against my neck.
I moaned and elbowed him away. "Hey. Now leave me be or you won't get any." I stuck my tongue out and he almost bit it but I skipped away. "Now go play. I'll let you know when I'm done." He wagged his eyebrows and walked over to the couch, jumping over the back and sitting down. Opening a book, he began reading as the music continued to play through the speakers.
Whisking, I began swaying to the music. The sweet guitar rang out as I felt it through my hips.
Humming along to the song, I poured the eggs into the pan as I saw him climb over the back of the couch and come back into the kitchen. He busied himself, getting coffee, making tea, pouring orange juice, and grabbing plates and setting them beside me. As he turned around, he kissed my shoulder.
I began plating the food as he sat down at the couch again with coffee and tea for us both. Walking carefully, I made my way to the couch and sat down across from him, pulling a blanket over my legs and smiled at him as we dug into food.
Taking a bite, he smiled. "Delicious. I love it." He hummed and started chowing into the rest of it.
Chowing on my own, I giggled. "I'm glad."
"So where is your family this weekend?" He asked after finished his food and setting the plate aside.
"Parents are out of town and I think sister is with her boyfriend or something this weekend." I shrugged. "None of them talk to me so I don't know."
Nodding, he sipped his coffee. "I understand. Hows the studio going?" -
Groaning, I set my own plate aside and held my cup of tea to my chest. "Okay, I've had it up to here with Angela. I've been telling her the same damn thing for weeks but she won't listen. Even thought it is my dance company. And the open house is coming up soon and I still need another dance to work into the show but I haven't touched it and my partner is abandoning me and I've fucking had it. GR!" I sighed after finishing, feeling relieved.
It wasn't even really a studio. I just rented an open gym in a church building and I brought a bunch of friends in to teach dances and then we started doing shows and getting paid and it just escalated. I'd spent most of my life living in a dance studio. Doing ballet, jazz and then I worked in hip hop and fell in love. And then I just started mixing them together with other dancers and I loved it.
"Do you need another dancer?"
"...yes." Confusion filled me.
"I'll do it."
I mentally slapped myself. I forgot he danced and I didn't know why I hadn't thought of it before. "Duh. Yes. I would love to have you." I jumped up and found a pad of paper and started writing down choreography for a new dancing forming in my head.
"Watcha working on over there?" He tried peaking over the pad but I pushed him back.
"Nope. You'll find out soon enough." I winked at him.
Sitting on the couch, I sketched and wrote down choreography for the new dancing forming in my head. Edward and I had bonded over our love for dancing and I had been dying to do a duet with him but we hadn't found an excuse or use for such a thing. But now that I did, I was beyond excited. Glee was all over my face but he wasn't paying attention. The news on the TV had his attention until I got up and pulled on his hand.
"Okay, I need your body for a second for some measurements." We walked around the couch to the open floor space between it and the kitchen.
"You need my body? What for?!" He winked and wrapped his arms around my waist, kissing my neck. "Babe. You can do whatever you want to it."
I pushed him back and scowled at him. "No! We are working, not playing. Now stand here and do what I say." I moved him to stand in the middle of the floor. Mumbling, I moved around him, overlooking his hight and how my vision would work out. As excited as I was, I needed to get some work done. Even thought his kissable lips begged for my own lips, I ignored the urge and kept working. After assessing him, I went back to sketching. "Okay, I'm done."
He walked back around the couch and sat down. We sat and worked for the next three hours. He had pulled out his computer and started on his own paperwork as the news played in the background. Myself working on sketches and dance related work.
After his work was finished he pulled my note pad from under my pencil and set it down on the coffee table. "Okay, no more work. Come on." He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder, and walked up the stairs to his room. At the top of the stairs he set me down and pulled me into his room, stripping himself of clothing. "Strip it." He winked and pulled me after him to the small bathroom connected to his bedroom.
Walking it, I pulled his shirt off and followed him into the steam, streaming out from the shower. The hot water hit us both like a hot iron. "Fuck! That's hot! Goddamn." I cringed and took a step back.
"Oh come on. It's not that bad." He pulled me towards him, a smile plastered on his face. Every day I found something else I loved about him. When he looked at me, he smiled this smile I had never seen him give anyone else. It made me grin and fall in love all over again.
We spend the next 20 minutes kissing and feeling each other. It was the type of intimacy that some lovers dream of having. His hands would hold my hips and waist. It was comforting to feel the strong arms and hands around me. I felt safe and happy.
He would kiss me over and over. Nothing more. Just a kiss. To let me know he was there and he was ready for anything. And that said more to me than any words. We'd been dating for...one year and a couple months. We knew so much about each other. We knew how each other worked and functioned.
That night, after getting dressed, he took over the kitchen and made dinner. We ate it outside by the lake. The lake. The lake that so many things had happened at. It was bittersweet to be back there again and see it again with him. So many things had happened since then. Good and bad. But I cherished them all because they were with him. The man I loved.
