HOUR 2 - BREAKFAST
THE FOLLOWING TAKES PLACE BETWEEN THE HOURS OF 6 A.M. AND 7 A.M.
"So how are you feeling this morning?" he asks as he walks over to the refrigerator.
"I'm feeling a little tired, but that's to be expected," watching him as he pulls out all the ingredients for breakfast. "So did you get all the chores done?" she asks.
"I sure did," pouring some pancake mix into a bowl and adding some milk and an egg. "Didn't take long at all," not looking up as he mixes the batter until it's smooth. He adds the blueberries and slowly incorporates them into the batter so that they don't get crushed.
"I just love your blueberry pancakes," a smile on her face. "How did you get to be such a good cook anyway?"
"Observing my mother all these years," looking up at her with a smile as he walks over to the stove and tests the griddle pan to make sure it was the right temperature.
"How can you even tell when it's hot enough if heat doesn't bother you?" she asks him with a curious look on her face.
He turns his head around and looks back at her. "I use the water principle," winking at her as he turns on the faucet and pours just a tiny bit of water into a spoon, then shutting it off. He holds the spoon over the griddle pan and promptly pours the water onto it. The water scatters into little droplets and sizzles all over the pan.
"That means it's ready," smiling at her as he picks up the bowl with the pancake batter and pours some of it into a measuring cup. Then he picks up the measuring cup and begins to pour the batter into small circles on the pan.
While the pancakes are cooking he cracks several eggs into another bowl and scrambles them. Then he puts the bowl aside and uses the spatula to flip the pancakes. After another minute, he uses the spatula again to remove the pancakes from the griddle and place them on a plate.
Lois gets up from her chair and walks over to him. "Isn't there anything I can do?" putting the emphasis on 'anything.'
He puts the spatula down and cups his hands around her face. "You do plenty for me," his head dipping down for a kiss.
"Like what?" she whispers after their lips pull apart.
"You know...the little things."
"The little things?" she looks curiously at him. "You'll have to be more specific than that," a small frown on her face.
"Alright," leading her back to the table. "Sit down," he says while gently pushing her back onto her chair, then kneeling down in front of her and taking her hands in his. "Let's see," he remarks with a thoughtful expression on his face. "Where shall I start," his eyes twinkling.
"Come on," she replies while lightly punching him on the upper arm. "Give me at least three things or..."
"Or...what?" interrupting her by leaning forward to kiss her again; this time on her neck.
"Mmm," a soft moan escaping her lips; her eyes slowly closing as he lets go of her hands and rests them on her belly. "You play dirty," she says softly as his lips move down her neck; leaving a trail of soft, moist kisses on her skin.
"Don't I always?" he quips; untying her robe and allowing it to fall open. "I love it when you get that little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me as if I'm nuts," his fingers gliding down her body. "I love it when you stroke the back of your neck any time you get flustered," softly kissing her stomach. "And I love it when you rest your head on my shoulder when we're sitting on the couch watching television," his fingers gliding around her stomach in concentric circles.
Her head tilts backwards as his lips reach the base of her throat. "But I'm not really doing anything," she mutters.
"It turns me on whenever you do those things," still kissing her throat. "I say that counts," he murmurs.
"I never looked at it in that way," enjoying his soft kisses. "I love your kisses, in case I've never told you." she whispers.
"You've told me plenty," the hint of a smirk on his face.
"But what about breakfast?" opening her eyes.
He stops kissing her and gazes back at her. "You really want breakfast?" he says with a hint of disappointment evident in his voice.
"I need breakfast," a sheepish look on her face. "I am eating for two you know," cocking one eyebrow.
"Actually, you're eating for a healthy one," he replies; ducking his head to avoid her swat.
"Very funny, Smallville," scrunching her face up into a pout as she re-ties her robe.
He chuckles as he stands up and walks back over to the stove and quickly cooks the eggs, then brings them and the pancakes to the table. "Happy now?" he remarks.
"I'll be happy when you give me the boysenberry syrup for these pancakes," using her fork to place some of the pancakes on her plate.
"Okay," walking over to the refrigerator and pulling out the bottle. He sits back down at the table and hands her the bottle. She promptly opens the bottle and pours the syrup all over, then hands the bottle back to him. He stares at the now half-empty bottle. "Looks like I'll have to buy some more," pouring a little over his own pancakes, then putting it down.
"Mmm," her mouth full of pancakes. "These are sooo delicious," taking a sip of coffee to swallow it down.
"Shouldn't you eat slower?" he asks; taking a bite out of his own.
"What's the fun in that?" taking another bite.
He shakes his head; an amused look on his face. "That's another thing I love about you," he finally says.
She looks up at him. "Huh?" a puzzled expression on her face. "What do you mean?" she asks him.
He smiles back at her. "I love how passionate you are - even about food. No matter what it is you're doing - whether you're right or wrong - you go after it with such...enthusiasm."
She can't help but blush a little at his compliment; her hand reaching behind her neck to lightly stroke it. "That was so sweet," she replies at last. Then she adds, "So now there's just one more thing."
"Really?" looking curiously at her. "And what is that?" he asks.
"Who gets the shower first?"
Coming up next: Hour 3 - The shower dilemma