Heart of River {BDSM / 18+}

6

The sun had barely shone when I woke up, and I watched its slow rise for half an hour before I decided to shower and get dressed. Today was Saturday, which meant -once again- I had no idea what would happen.

    I step into the hallway and quietly close the door before making my way down the stairs. Everything seemed louder in the silence of the house. Each creak of the floorboards, the sound of my bare feet on the wood, and the swinging of the kitchen door.

Nothing looked as if it had been disturbed since last night, meaning I must be the first one down. I smile to myself and quickly get to work on making breakfast. I scan what he has stocked in the fridge already and pull out ingredients for pancakes, scouring through his pantry for baking soda.

    I nosed through the cabinets and drawers until I found all the tools needed to make said pancakes, sighing in relief once I could actually get started. The motion of stirring was soothing, even as the batter thickened and you had work a little harder to get it all smooth.

    Once I have the batter smooth and ready, I head back to the cabinet that held the pans, and spot a waffle maker in the very back. You can never go wrong with having both waffles and pancakes, could you? I shrug to myself and pull both out, setting the waffle maker on the counter.

    I stand in the middle of the kitchen pondering my next move when a hand settles gently on my shoulder, making me jump a mile high.

    "You scared the life out of me!" I laugh, my hand going to rest against my chest.

    "Sorry," he grinned. "I didn't mean to."

    "Yeah, right." I scoff. Casey's grin widens and he reaches out, running his hands through the back of my hair.

    "What's for breakfast?" He questions, peering into the bowl of batter. I start puttering nervously, realizing I hadn't bothered to clean while I mix things in.

    "Um, I was going to make you pancakes but then I found the waffle maker and I figured I could do both becauseI didn't know which you would prefer." I ramble. "I also saw that you had some fruit, so I could cut that up for you?"

    I look up a him and he's standing there, trying not to laugh.

    "What?" I can feel my cheeks heat up and busy myself with heating the pan and starting to clean up dishes.

    "Nothing, you're just adorable."

    I felt my heart leap up to my throat when he said that, and I had no retort that wouldn't result in a punishment, so I kept my mouth shut except to thank him awkwardly. He stood watching me for a few minutes as I oiled the pan in preparation, and stared ladling the batter into the pan.

    He finally moves, grabbing the waffle maker and plugging it in for me.

    "What do you want to do today, River?"

    "I don't know, what is there to do?"

    He makes a face, but quickly schools his expression and takes a moment to think. I flip the pancake after another minute and butter the waffle maker. He moves out of my way each time, but he kept moving back into my space after.

    I turn around, remembering I needed one more thing from the pantry and turn right into his chest. I didn't even sense him behind me, let alone so close. "I'm sorry!" I squeak.

    He shakes his head, but doesn't move. I didn't want to tell him to move, it was his kitchen. And he smelled like soft cologne that fit him so well I wanted to bury my nose in his shirt.