Chapter Twelve

Dante watched his wife sleep from where he stood in the kitchen pouring his second cup of coffee. She lay facing the other direction. Her arms were stretched above her head grasping the pillow that was covered by her hair. He paid special attention to her bare back as the thin sheet that covered slipped further away with very small movement.

He did not understand the importance of good sheets until he had gotten married. He was perfectly comfortable on the bargain thread-count cotton from any random department store. It was all his mother could afford his entire life, and he gave it very little thought when he moved out. Lulu opened up a whole new world when she moved in with a brand new set of satin sheets. They were cool and slid smoothly along his skin. It felt like the embodiment of perfect after a night of passion.

Lulu slowly rolled over. She had migrated to his side of the bed. As she lay on her stomach her fingers started to inch around, searching for him, and her face nuzzled his pillow. It had been so long since he had witness her longing for him in such an innocent and organic way. She wanted him and not just to satisfy some animalist urge he was extremely fond of.

Under his gaze, her eyes opened with sadness. She clutched the empty space in the bed and pulled the sheet up to cover her exposed chest. "Good morning," he called out while silently cursing himself. So many nights had already passed where they didn't get to wake up in bed together. They finally reconciled and he was stupid enough to jump out of bed for quick jolt. "I made the coffee. Didn't want to leave you to your own devices and end up drinking dishwater again…" His feeble attempt at a joke wore thin with himself before he was even finished saying it.

"Morning," she replied meekly while trying to regain her facilities. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and pushed any dark thoughts to the back of her mind. It was a momentary fear that was clearly unfounded… or so she tried to tell herself. She put on a smile and looked at him. She caught sight of him in his usual boxer briefs, and looked his body up and down. The vision before her both calmed her fears and excited her physically. "You said something about coffee?" He had prepared a mug full and began to walk it over to her. As he slowly glided across the room, she could see every part of his anatomy reacting. Her body was having reactions of its own. The memories of the night before played behind her eyes. She took the cup of coffee from his hands, and gave it a slurping sip.

He leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Do you have to work today?"

"No… I kind of planned ahead," she continues even though talking was not necessarily at the forefront of her mind. "When we decided to… talk things out, I decided that I was going to need a few days off. If we didn't work things out… I couldn't imagine how I'd cope… If I would even be able to get out of bed… If I'd have a bed to get out of…"

"Did you think we wouldn't?"

"No… I don't know. I was always hoping we would. I took a wild guess and thought we'd be too… busy… for me to go to work if we did work it out." She was blushing, she could feel it, and it felt good to be bashful for her own husband. It felt good to see him be bashful for her.

"I like that." He leaned over and panted a passionate kiss directly on her lips. Kiss after lingering less until she felt the warmth in her hands starting to sleep. They pulled away and he took the mug from her hands. "The last thing we need to is to spend our celebratory day in the hospital taking care of third degree burns."

"Yeah… the hospital would be the worst part!" She rolled her eyes and got out of the bed. She slipped on her underwear and a t-shirt. "I'm starving. If this is going to continue, then you need to feed me. Quickly."

"I could go to Kelly's…" he offered. He jumped off the bed and started to put on a pair of pants.

"Do you think they deliver pizzas this early? Not really a big fan of either of us leaving this place just yet." From behind him, his wife watched as he motioned to get the jeans over his ass. "Just think of all the things we could be doing while we wait for the delivery… the things we wouldn't be able to do if you were… not here and I was left to my own devices."

"Oh… you think you'd start without me?" He smiled coyly and turned to her. He liked the images his imagination was cooking up of her alone in the middle of their bed and withering around while she pleases herself. She simply shrugged her shoulders and turned her back to him to look on the fridge door at delivery fliers. "Have you ever done that before?"

"Yeah…" She shrugged again. "Hasn't everybody."

"It's just that… we've done a lot of things… a lot of really," he started to say through grit teeth while the wonderful memories passed through his mind. "…really wonderful and fun things, but you have never done that for me." He entered the kitchen and found himself directly behind her. His hands rested at the top of her shoulders and rubbed their way down her arms. He reached her wasted and pulled her even closer against him.

"Usually you're too busy being an active participant." She turned around in his arms and leaned until there their lips were only millimeters apart. "I prefer it that way. More fun for me," she whispered before completely closing the tiny distance between them. One of her hands reached behind him and slip into his back pocket giving her enough leverage to pull him even more against her. He accidentally slammed her into fridge.

To be continued…

Author's Note:
I felt antsy to follow up the last chapter… My family has kind of invaded my world for a moment and I don't feel comfortable writing dirty things around them…. So here is what I had so far. Plus, it would be a good idea to get some suggestions over what should happen.

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