Ever since the conversation I had with Hunter the other day, I've been planning something special for him. It's now Friday and time to put my plan into action.

I get up when he does and kiss him goodbye before he goes to work. I start by cleaning the apartment until every inch of it is spotless, which doesn't take too long because we've only been living there a few days. Then I walk down to the supermarket and get a whole bunch of groceries as well as some decorations such as flowers and candles. When I get back home, I start cooking. I make a nice dinner as well as dessert, and set the table as fancy looking as possible.

Hunter gets home around five o'clock as he usually does, looking tired and worn. I run up to him and wrap my arms around him as soon as he walks through the door. He grins, kissing me on the cheek as he closes the door behind him, "Hey, babe, what's up with you?"

I smile, giving him some space so that he can take off his jacket and such, "I figured I'd do something nice for you for a change. So, um, go wash up and I'll get dinner on the table."

He grins, a slight look of disbelief on his face, "Wow, that's really sweet of you. Thank you so much..."

"Don't thank me yet," I chuckle, "I haven't really cooked in a couple of years, so it may or may not be very good..."

He kisses me on the cheek before walking into the bedroom, "Well, either way, it's the thought that counts."

I quickly get everything out on the table and serve both of our plates. I don't give myself as much as I give him, but I make a conscious effort to still serve myself a reasonably large portion. I'm dreading eating it, but doing anything else would totally defeat the purpose of all this work.

He walks back into the room and sits down, a wide smile on his face, "Wow, baby this looks amazing," he comments, "And our bedroom looked really great, too."

I smile proudly, "It's beef stew, in case you were wondering. With home made french bread and a pretty basic greek salad... I hope it's not too terrible."

He takes a bite of the soup and grins, "It tastes even better than it smells. Did you used to cook? You know, before..."

I nod, "Yeah, a little bit. With my mom and stuff." I explain before taking a bite of bread.

"Well it's amazing. And it's nice to see you eating, too..." he comments pleasantly.

"It's not easy, but I'm making an effort. I owe you that much, for sure."

"Well I appreciate it. All of it."

I do my best to finish my supper, but end up leaving a good third of my stew in the bowl. When Hunter finishes, I get to my feet, "I also made some dessert... You don't mind I skip out, though, do you?"

He shakes his head, getting up and helping me the clear the table, "Of course not. I know this is really hard for you, and I'm just proud of you for eating what you did.."

"Thanks..." I murmur as we load the dishes up into the sink. After the table is cleared I bring out dessert, a lemon meringue pie, as well as some wine.

"Wow," he comments as he tries his pie, "This is really good. You should seriously be a chef or something.."

I smirk, taking a sip of wine, "I don't know about that, but thank you."

When we finish dessert, I put the rest of the dishes into the sink and then walk into the bedroom without saying a word. He follows after me almost instantly, a little confused, "Hey, are you okay?"

I nod, sitting down on the bed and unbuttoning my shirt, "Never been better..." I reply seductively.

He grins, pulling his shirt off and tossing it onto the dresser, "Are you serious right now? Because if you're just doing this to try and be nice, you don't have to..."

"The truth is, I haven't been wanting to sleep with you because I just haven't felt up to it.. It's hard to get aroused when your blood is barely flowing, but I think I have enough energy built up to hold out a while..." I explain as I undo the last button on my shirt and toss it aside, "So...what do you say?"

He climbs on top of me and kisses from my mouth all the way down to my stomach while he unbuttons my pants. I wrap my arms around him and smile, "...I'll take that as a yes?"

He smirks, tugging my pants off and throwing them carelessly on the floor, "I'd say more of a hell yes, actually..."

I pull him on top of me, sliding my hands into his pants and grabbing his already hard cock, kissing him as I do so. He bites my lip reaching down and jerking his pants off.

We don't do foreplay for very long, but the tension had built up enough for the sex to be far beyond satisfying. Hunter is amazing with every part of his body, and I really can't get enough of him. When we finally finishes he just pulls me into a spooning position and snuggles his face into the back of my neck, "That was amazing, baby.."

I nod, taking his hands in mine, "I couldn't agree more. You were so damn good."

He grins, "I know I was."

"Why? Have you fucked yourself?" I laugh.

He kisses my ear, "I would if I could, because I bet I would like it."

I turn around and wrap my arms around him, "You're a weirdo... but I love you."

He kisses me, pulling me closer to him, "I love you, too. More than you even know.."

"I know," I reply softly, "But I think it's time you've realized how much I actually love you."

"I know now." he chuckles.

I smile and rest my head on his chest, closing my eyes. I sigh happily, soaking in the warmth radiating off his body before I quickly doze off to sleep.