The Question of Him

somewhere warm

I fell asleep around two in the morning listening to Prince talk about a NPG project he would be releasing on the internet Monday. It would be credited to "Tora Tora" and the band members that played on the album.

"The exodus has begun? Isn't that what the scarf over your face says on the magazine cover?"

"Exactly. It was recorded in '94 and '95, but I want to stir people up a little more. Y'know?"

When I woke up this morning, his friend was already awake and pressed against my ass. I almost forgot about men and their morning wood. It was nice though...when I'm ready, I'm looking forward to seeing what he can do with it.

"What are you smiling at?" Prince's voice comes from the hall doorway of the kitchen. I almost jump out of my damn skin because it sounds much deeper than usual. "Nothing, I was thinking. Jeez, you scared me." Looking over at him, he's in nothing but my pajama pants and my silk black scarf with his friend still awake.

"My bad baby. I was standing here for awhile and thought you had noticed. Do you have extra-"

"I put it out for you in the bathroom already."

"Okay, thanks." He walks back down the hall, giving me time to breathe. Put that thing away, please. The omelette in the pan in front of me gets my attention before it can start to burn. That would have been embarrassing.

Prince POV

After washing my face and brushing my teeth, I try to put down the semi-erection that's starting to bother me. Thinking about terrible sounding music usually helps, but since I smell Phara on me, it's hard to think about anything but her. Nothing is working and I don't want to jack off in her bathroom.

"Babe! Breakfast is ready!"

Shit. Okay, I'll just have to brave it out. I exit the bathroom and find her at the dining room table looking fresh faced. The food is smelling good too. She asked me what I liked in my omelettes last night while she was half sleep and I didn't think she would remember.

I take a seat next to her, pecking her lips. "Thank you for cooking. This looks good."

"Don't thank me yet, taste it first."

"I'm sure it's fine." I pick my fork up and take a bite. It could use some salt, but this would be way funnier. I pretend to choke, hitting my chest dramatically. She starts hitting my back, trying to look at my face. "Oh my God! Are you okay? I didn't put much seasoning."

"I know, I just wanted to mess with you." Laughing at her reaction, she gives me a sarcastic smile before digging into her food. I watch her for a minute to see if she's really upset.

"What are you looking at? Your food is going to get cold." She doesn't look up at me, so I start eating while continuing to stare at her.

"What, is something on my face?"

"Yeah..you got a lil attitude on it. You want me to help you get it off?"

She sighs, relaxing her face and looking over at me. "Is that better?" Is she really upset over my choking joke? "Phara I was playing, there's nothing wrong with this. I'm sorry if I offended you."

"Yeah well, you should think about how your jokes might seriously hurt people.." She frowns, taking another bite. Damn. "I didn't mean it mama, look at me." I turn to her in the chair, placing my hand on her thigh. "I didn't know cooking was a sore subject for you and I apologize. I'll be mindful about how I joke around next time, okay?" She nods, putting her hand over mine. "It's okay, I forgive you."