Love & Lust: Volume II {A Collection of Prince Imagines}

For Marny

This is for PrincesShadeFace. I love you, Mama. Enjoy.
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It's been a long day of working at home with your husband. You've been catching up on some home projects while he worked in the studio. 

"Hey, Marny? Can you come in here please?" He calls out.

"We live in a mansion babe. Be a little more specific." You attempt to follow his voice as it bounces around the walls but give up.

"Kitchen." You turn around and head toward the kitchen. He walks out and smiles.

"What's going on?"

"Close your eyes." You sigh and do as you're told he holds your hand and leads you into the kitchen. The cold tile feels good on your bare feet as you gently make your way through the room. "Open." You open your eyes and see a multitude of things on the kitchen island.

"What's all this?"

"I wanted to surprise you with your favorite pie but I thought it would be more fun if we made it together." He smiles at you genuinely excited.

"Prince, you know I only like my Aunt's pumpkin pie."

"I know. That's why", he pulls out a notebook and hands it to you, " I called her and asked her for the recipe."

"You're the sweetest." You kiss his cheek and look at the pile of ingredients in front of you. "Where do we start?"

You guys sit dividing tasks. You're in charge of dough while he makes the filling.

"I have no idea how she does this. This knife things is hard. Why'd you get the easy job?"

"Easy? This ain't easy and why do we have so many measuring spoons?!" You chuckle watching him struggle with the 7 spoons on a ring.

"Wanna trade for a bit?" He nods and you switch places. He quickly realizes how much he hates cutting dough too.

"This is dumb."

"No take backs. What's in here already?"

"Just the sugar." You look down at the bowl seeing nothing but white crystals on top of the bright orange pumpkin.

"This is a lot of sugar."

"Yea it's like two cups." Looking down at the recipe you begin to laugh.

"It's supposed to be half a cup not two cups!"

"Well what do we do?"

"We could put it back." You both shrug as you slowly scoop out the extra sugar.

Once that's done you add in everything else. By then Prince has begun kneading the dough with his hands. You run over to the other counter and turn on the radio, quickly tuning it to the old school station. You guys dance around the kitchen as you put the rest of the pie together. Once it's in the oven you both sit and take a breather.

Both of you wearing flour covered pajamas sit at the kitchen table and enjoy a glass of wine. A familiar beat comes one the radio and you both spring to your feet.

"I got sunshine on a cloudy day." Prince sings. You dance together copying their moves laughing as you mess up. Prince pulls you close as a slow jam plays his hands holding your back firm but gentle. You're taller than him but it never mattered because of how strong he is. He makes you feel small and delicate as he twirls you around the kitchen. You continue like this to every song for what feels like eternity just to settle down and finish your drinks.

The timer goes off and you carefully pull the pie out of the oven.

"Want a piece babe?" You ask cutting a slice for yourself.

"Not tonight it's a little late for me."

"Will you at least taste it with me?" He walks over and picks up a fork. You each break off a piece and hold it up to each other's mouths. He counts to three and you both take a bite. "Wow it tastes just like hers."

"I can't believe we did it."

"Me either after that sugar fiasco."

"At least I didn't drop the cinnamon." You make a salty face and walk away. He smirks and leads you back to the table. You sit down with your plate and he lifts your legs putting your feet in his lap. He massages your feet as you eat your pie and relax. You take a deep breath and feel yourself becoming calm. His warm hands soothe your aching feet while the warm pumpkin pie soothes your soul. Once you've finished you sit up and give your husband a long passionate kiss.

"I really needed this tonight. Thank you, baby."

"Of course." He scoops you up and carries you out of the kitchen.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm gonna get what I need to night."

"And what might that be?"

"That pie ain't the only thing getting eaten tonight."