The Reclamation

8

I open my eyes to see light pouring in to Mia's room. I brush the hair out of my face. My eyes roam as they adjust to the morning, and they catch a shirt on the ground. My shirt. I suddenly become aware that I'm completely naked under the covers. My head rolls to the side to look for Mia, but the bed is empty. I stretch my body as I wake myself up and deeply inhale. The smell of bacon permeates my nostrils. I roll over to look at my phone that reads 8:22. My cheeks flush as I recall what happened last night.

I throw the covers off of my body and gather my clothes from around the room, slipping them on. I find the toothbrush and hairbrush in my bag, making my way to the bathroom. It takes me only a few minutes to pee and freshen up, resorting to throwing my hair into a messy bun. As soon as I'm done, I practically throw my belongings back in my bag to begin the search for Mia. Luckily, my search doesn't last long.

I find her in the kitchen making pancakes while a plate of fresh bacon sits next to the stove. Her back is to me while she flips a golden brown pancake with a spatula. Mia wears the oversized white T-shirt that she briefly had on last night, but she doesn't have any shorts on. Instead, I can see a sliver of the purple thong she wore peeking out below the shirt along with the bottom part of her gorgeous ass. I recognize the cliché of the situation, and I'm very into it.

"Morning," I say, approaching her.

"Morning," she replies, peeking over her shoulder briefly to look at me, then she returns to her pancakes. I wrap my arms around her waist and plant a kiss on the back of her neck where my face lands. I catch a short whiff of her sweet scent and I melt a little. I hop up slightly on my toes so I can rest my chin on her left shoulder and watch her work. "Do you want O.J.?"

"Ooh I'd love some," I answer. "In the fridge?" She nods. I let go of Mia and make my way to the cabinets to grab a glass for myself. "You want some?"

"Yes please." I pull out a second glass and shut the cabinet. I reach into the fridge and pull out a carton of orange juice. I fill both glasses, put the carton back, and bring the glasses over to the stove by Mia.

I hop up onto the counter next to Mia so I can sit and watch her finish making the food. She pours the last of the pancake batter into the pan in two small discs, then backs up to wait for them to brown. I check my phone and see a text from my mother, asking me to be home by four to help with dinner and spend some time with the family. I reply with a quick "kk". My legs swing lightly as I take a sip of my orange juice. When I lower the glass I see Mia walking towards me, and she settles in between my legs. She places her hands on either side of my hips as she leans in to put her head on my chest. I set the glass of juice down next to me so I can hold her.

"How'd you sleep?" she speaks into my shirt.

"Like a rock. You?"

"Same. I don't even remember falling asleep." Mia's arms wrap around my back. I drop my chin to rest on her head. I can feel her bare legs against my calves.

"Ma'am, you seem to have forgotten your shorts," I comment. I feel Mia let out a low laugh.

"I didn't need them."

"You did it on purpose, you wanted me to find you like this."

"Maybe, maybe not. You can't prove anything." Mia pulls away to look up at me. "How many pancakes do you want?"

I grin down at her. "Two, please." Mia starts to turn around, but my hand catches her chin before she can move away. I guide her face up to mine and bend my neck down to give her a tender kiss. I pull away and flash a smile as I let go of her chin, satisfied enough to let he walk away now. Mia uses a fork to throw two fresh pancakes onto a clean plate as I hop down from the counter. She then scoops half of the bacon onto the plate, and hands it to me with the fork.