jimi hendrix - rainy day

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i looked out of the large french windows of jimi and i's home. it was pouring by now. jimi still wasn't back home, and i worried he was going to catch a cold, as he didn't leave with a jacket. i placed a vinyl on our record player, humming along to chuck berry as i began making us some lunch; i wasn't the best chef, but i knew my way around the kitchen. i moved my hips along to the rhythm as i fried up some eggs and stir fried some greens, the skirt of my long white dress swaying.

as i was doing so, the music playing blocked out most of the other sounds, so i didn't hear my boyfriend unlocking the door and making his way inside. i knew he had arrived, however, when a pair of arms snaked their way around my waist. putting his head in the crook of my neck, jimi placed a couple of small kisses on my neck. i smiled, and turned to face him, placing my arms around his neck as he kept his on my waist.

"smells good, honey." he said, pecking my forehead. i thanked him with a smile and took my arms, lowering them around his waist in a hug. i put my head to his chest.

"jimi, you're soaking!" i laughed, hurrying over to the couch and grabbing a warm blanket to sling over his shoulders. i grabbed his hand and pulled him over to the couch to have a seat. "let me get you some coffee, honey."

i poured him a cup of warm coffee, bringing it to him with a plate of food. i also served myself, and when i returned with the plates of food, i snuggled up into his side, and he placed and arm around me.

"you're so damn amazing, you know that?" he spoke, gazing down at my face. "and i love you."

"i love you too, jimi. forever and always."

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