© Amber Kalkes 2014
Song: "Samson" By Regina Spektor
*Mild Sexual Content
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Robin wakes up to the sweet, sweet smell of bacon cooking. She rolls onto her back with a smile on her face as she deeply inhales the scent. That is joined in with the crackling sounds of the grease as it bubbles on the stove. Yum. Sitting up, she refuses to really wake up by opening her eyes but sees no other choice. Sighing sadly she cracks open her eyes and rubs them with her hands.
If it weren’t for the promise of bacon she would still be asleep, she grumbles to herself.
Lifting herself from the bed Robin leaves the bedroom and follows the scent into the kitchen. What she finds has her jaw dropping in awe. Luke is at the stove with nothing but jeans on. His back is to her and all over the tanned flesh of his back are scars, scars she didn’t understand when she first saw them but now does. Claw marks riddle and mark the area making the skin raised but no less beautiful to her eyes.
Her hands itch to touch them but instead she just crosses her arm over her chest. Leaning up against a wall she just watches him happily as he moves through her kitchen seemingly unaware of her presence. It’s a rare thing for her, being able to just sit back and not have to take control of the situation. She’s finding she likes the feeling especially when it’s Luke taking control.
“Are you going to continue to stare at me all day or will you be sitting at any point?” Luke says suddenly as he keeps his back to her.
Her face goes from shock to a pout quickly, “Your no fun.”
Luke shoots her a grin over his shoulder. “Yes I am. Now sit.”
With the spatula in his hand Luke points at one of the chairs at the small kitchen table. Lifting an eyebrow at the order Robin pushes her body off the wall and drops her hands to her side. As she slides into the chair as watches him scoop the rest of the bacon out of the frying pan and onto a neighboring plate.
“Yes, sir. Anything else I can do for you?” She asks sweetly as he approaches with the plate in hand.
Luke’s emerald green eyes lift and she sees his pupils dilate before a smirk pulls across his lips, “There’s plenty you can do for me but right now I’d prefer you eat. You didn’t get to finish much of your dinner last night.”
“Whose fault is that?” she grumbles before picking up a piece of bacon. Putting it in her mouth she knows this will most likely cause her a heart attack in later years but right now its worth it. Then a thought occurs to her. “Hey, Luke, where the hell did you find bacon?”
“Where else?” He shrugs as he comes to it across from her with a huge pile of pancakes on a second plate. “The store.”
“You went to the store? Why?”
He looks at her like she just grew a second head, “Because you had no food in this place.”
“I was going to go…eventually.” She mutters.
“I know that.” He grins, “I just beat you to the punch.”
“Right.”
“And it wasn’t my fault our date got ruined.” He begins with a teasing smile, “You’re the one who fell asleep on me.”
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