Silas grunted and set down something that sounded rather heavy. Jelissa sat on the edge of her bed, smiling with her hands over her eyes.
"Silas," she whined, "what is it? Can I look now?"
"Not yet, honeybee," he said, pulling his knife out of his pocket and cutting open the box, "and no peeking."
Jelissa tapped her feet excitedly, biting her lip and smiling. Silas pulled the pieces out of the box and set everything out on the floor. He then stood, examining everything set out nicely on the floor, realizing how little room there was to stand. He broke the box down and set it against the door, freeing up a little space for movement.
"Okay," Silas said finally, "open."
Jelissa removed her hands from over her eyes and looked at the large and small pieces of whatever was on the floor, trying to figure out what it was. Suddenly her eyes lit up and she looked up at Silas.
"Is this what I think it is?" she asked excitedly. Suddenly she seemed upset, "Silas! I told you not to buy me anything!" She smiled regardless, glaring at him jokingly.
"I couldn't help it, your other chair is," Silas paused, laughing, "showing its age. You deserve a nice one."
"Thank you," Jelissa said, "thank you thank you, my love."
------------------------- Later -------------------------
"...and done!" Jelissa exclaimed, admiring her new desk chair.
Silas stood, smiling, screwdriver in his hand.
"Try it out, my love," he said, gesturing to the chair.
"Okay!" Jelissa replied, not hesitating to sit and spin around in the chair.
Silas watched, admiring his lover's joy. He thought for a moment, watching her spin around and mess with the height of the chair so she'd be comfortable sitting for long periods of time.
"J," Silas said, "stand up for a second, I wanna try something."
"Okay," Jelissa said, still smiling ear to ear.
She then stood and adjusted her skirt. Silas grabbed her hand gently, switching places with her and sitting in the chair, pulling Jelissa onto his lap.
She smiled, resting her forearms on Silas's shoulders. He had his hands on Jelissa's hips, and stared into her eyes, happy that she was happy. Silas ran his hands down past the edge of her skirt, squeezing her thighs gently. Jelissa looked down at his hands before looking back up into his eyes, knowing exactly what he was doing.
To Be Continued...
