A Collection of Imagines

Michael

Scrambling Eggs

I keep all the ingredients on the counter.

I hear the stove crackle. I smile, knowing what she's doing.

I grab a bowl and crack an egg, mixing it with the creamy, white milk.

I make it to the hallway. She's wearing white. Something new.

The eggs sizzle on the frying pan. I hum along to the sound, moving my hips.

The bottom of her thin matieral shirt, sways as she moves happily. Taunting me. 

I use the spatula to toss and turn the ingredients, colliding them together.

I walk closer to her. Almost like I'm drawn to her. She hasn't seen me yet.

I can feel him behind me. Like my sixth sense is telling me he is there.

Coming closer, walking slowly and carefully, like she's a bomb waiting to go off.

His hand grips my waist and the fire ignites there, altering my breathing.

She takes a sharp inhale and I press my chest against her small back.

His arms wrap around my stomach and his chin rests on my shoulder, watching me trying to concentrate.

I take her earlobe in between my teeth. Purposefully, trying to distract her.

There is no way I can continue. He knows it too. That's exactly why he's doing it.

I need her to turn around, to engulf me. The sudden need for her appears so quickly.

He places a kiss on the flesh just below my ear. I won't be able to restrain myself for much longer.

I move back up to her ear, "Scrambling eggs?"

"Scrambling eggs." I turn to look straight at him losing all self-control.

Her beautiful orbs pour into mine. Oh God. I'm done for.