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002 : Cucumber
Rating : PG-13
Theme : 014. Cucumber
September 25, 2007
He watched her, watching the sway of her hips as she moved from station to station, accomplishing each small task she set herself out to complete. Those hips of hers were mesmerizing when they went to work. They looked their best in different situation entirely, but he felt like keeping himself tame sitting there at the kitchen table in her house. Once again, no one was to be found in the house besides the two of them; what a difference that made.
"Is there anything else besides salad?" he asked, deciding to complain a bit to lessen the silence in the room. He knew that this week was really significant in her life, since it made up a large part of what she was... but he didn't know why he had to be involved.
She stood at the counter, cutting the ingredients of the salad she was making for the both of them. "There could be," she replied, cutting up some carrots and tossing them in with the iceberg lettuce. She decided, for his sake, that she would keep the salad tame and normal, unlike how she usually made it, with much more natural ingredients.
"Anything like..."
"No meat, though," she added, cutting him off at the pass. "Just for tonight."
"Damn," he breathed. "What if I made it, though?"
"You'd get food poisoning, for one. Remember last time you tried?" she asked, giving him a pointed look. "Come on, just bear with me here," she smiled sympathetically at him. "If you just suck it up and eat the salad, I'll..." she looked around, wanting to find something to appease him, something to win him over. She racked her brain for thoughts, but could only find one when her eyes laid on a certain vegetable she had yet to cut.
"What are you doing?" he asked, his eyes darting to where he knew hers were resting.
Picking up the cucumber, she lifted and scrutinized it, an idea roaming about in her head. She realized that, in their years of a relationship, she had never actually...
"You know what? I know what I'll do. If you be a good little boy for me and eat like a vegetarian for my anniversary, of being a vegetarian, week, then," she trailed off, putting the cucumber in her mouth whole as much as she could, eyeing him the whole time. Pulling out a bit of the cucumber, she took a bite of it with a smirk. She then resumed the rest of her tasks of preparing the salad for the two of them, with a shocked boyfriend staring at her.
"I'll be the best little boy you could dream of," he beamed, mentally screaming, 'Bring on the salad!'
End Note: Short and seductively sweet, no?
- A