Experiments

Dinner

Work had been so tiring today - the administrative staff had been in an irritable mood and had felt the need to convey their irritant emotions  upon their employees. Regardless, I stepped through the door, feeling the waft of heat. He must have turned the heating on - November nights were cold and remorseless here.

I hung my coat on a hook by the door ; stacked my shoes away ; undid my hair and continued down the hallway. A sudden aroma of sweet and savoury scents stormed my being, it appears he was cooking dinner tonight then - a roast from what I could tell. I pushed open the door into the Kitchen, stunned at the sight  I beheld.

Red drapes hung from the ceiling bracing, the colour of desire and heat. The tantalising scent invaded my senses, scents of roasted gammon, potatoes and a selection of vegetables . The room was dim, but not an unsettling dim. An enticing dim. The lights were off - the only sources of light were the fireplace and candles on the sideboards and the table, their flames leaping and rearing in fascinating shades of gold, crimson and apricot. There was a blood-red drape across the table, upon which were placed two plates, two glasses of wine, cutlery and a vase containing a bouquet of carmine roses. My eyes then turned to the person sat in one of the chairs at the table... and oh what a person!

His face was illuminated perfectly in the candlelight, the flames highlighting his ocean-clear skin. His face, perfectly framed by bronze locks. Taking note of his hair, i realised he had tied it into a high ponytail, the ringlets fell down his back akin to a leaf from a tree - gentle and subtle however it made the world of difference. A gentle smile played on his soft lips, azure eyes showing the delight in seeing me. Dressed in a void black waistcoat and white cotton shirt, the top button broken... or was it intentionally  undone? The thread of my musings was severed by a polite, musical call of:

"Darling?"

I was shocked back into the real world instantly. I woke up on a small bed in a dimly lit room, a curly bronze haired, slightly soot-covered, goggled face peering toward me.

"Oh! Was that a dream?" I shook my head, clearing the slumbering cloud from my mind. Wiping the dust from my eyes, the face removed its goggles - revealing deep azure eyes.

"Are you alright? I didn't intend for you to sleep that long."

He was tall and slender, long curly hair trailing aimlessly down his back, most unlike a leaf falling from a tree. He pulled a thermometer from his lab coat, gently placing it into my mouth.

"Do you feel alright? Please tell me if anything feels even slightly off."

I laughed gently, he cared for me so much if I ever volunteered to participate in his 'tests'. He leaned in to check the temperature shown by the mercury inside the glass tube. I took the thermometer out of my mouth, instead gently kissing him on the lips. It made me laugh how suddenly this kind, sweet boy could turn from pale to rose red. I found the thermometer and wiped it on my jumper sleeve. He took it from me, placing it back into his coat.

"Your temperature is within average range, but what i said earlier still stands - please tell me if anything is wrong."

Smiling, I stood. "It's okay, sweetheart - I'm not made of sugar."

Almost instantly he retorted, "Your sweet enough to be."