Lion's Pride

Chapter 19

J . a . h . e . i . m

THE NEXT DAY

     SMELLING NOTHING BUT COOKED BACON AND some sort of sweet scent in the air, I fight to open my eyes. My arms find themselves stretching into the air, flexing the muscles in my arms. I pop a couple leg cramps here and there, feeling my body become relaxed. I rub the crust away from my eyes, finally being able to open up the two of them. My surroundings start to confuse me, until I began to remember the calm night I had with Danielle. A smile spreads across my face, looking at the white cover that was wrapped around me. My eyes drift off to the side and see the same brown colored Hennessy bottle on Danielle's glass coffee table.

I scoff, remembering how I tended to get when I was under the influence. My body and the tool between my legs had a mind of its own at times with liquor involved. I mumble a low, what did I do? Sighing afterwards. Flinging the cover away from me along with its warmth, I reluctantly slide my feet to the carpeted floor. Sitting up, my eyes adjust to the natural bright lighting coming in from the ceiling high windows next to me. I look over at an energetic Danielle as she whisks away in the kitchen. It was then that the sounds of Keith Sweat hit my ears. Shaking my head, I admire her beauty, taking in her womanly features as she swayed her thick hips this way and that. Danielle was in her own little world, singing the lyrics almost to perfection.

I'm up for the taking,

Your all I,

I'll ever need.

She had this glow about her, a beautiful glow. I don't know if that's just her usual aura but something is different this morning rather than last night. I rummage a hand through my curls and try to remember if we even did have relations at some point in the wee hours of the morning. I didn't want to ask her about it and it becomes undeniably awkward between the two of us. Danielle doesn't even notice that I'm awake as she whisks scrambled eggs away in a clear bowl. I could tell she had just recently showered by the way her hair was strewn up into a high bun, frizzing edges poking out. She had on a casual white and black graffiti embroidered skyline shirt, some black shorts on her lower half. A golden pendant hangs from her petite neck, shining under the natural sunlight. I stand to my feet now, making my slumber ware off.

Looking down and seeing my usual morning wood, I shake my head, fixing myself as so. I slowly approached Danielle as her back is to me, her hands busy. I then notice the nearly thigh high white and black soccer styled socks on her curvy legs. She was toned and shaped greatly, in all the right places. I lick my dried lips as my eyes rake over her frame from the back. Danielle had no clue that I was now hovering over her. In that moment I couldn't help myself or the wild thoughts that consumed my mind. I wanted to have her on the counter, legs spread far apart and mouth hanging open at how much pleasure I could give her.

There's a right and a wrong way,

     To love somebody.

"You know, it's not actually polite to just stand there and not offer to help in the kitchen." Without even turning around to face me, Danielle speaks calmly. It catches me off guard as I blink back my not so holy thoughts.

"I don't do good in kitchens. I let the women handle that," I laugh genuinely. Her warm aura and sweet scent engulf me with the vibes of the morning. A part of me felt that being here with her was meant to be. It felt sort of like... home. "I normally sit with a beer and watch the game on the tv."