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DINNER
For the past hour and a half I've been in the kitchen cooking dinner for Mort and I. He was, like always, sleeping like a baby on the couch. Every once in a while I would shuffle into the living room just to see if he had woken up, but he never had. I shake my head and decide to put a cute dress on and call it a "date night" since we never have them anyways. I walk up the creaky staircase to the loft and go into the bed room. I grab a little red dress. I strip of my clothes and slip the dress on. I knew Mort wasn't going to dress up, so I wasn't worried about makeup and hair.
Mort has been extremely caught up in his writing. It's stressing me out and I'm not even the one doing it. He works long hours and the day, and night, and I wanted him to take a little break and relax with me. I'm very proud of him and his career, but I'm scared of him getting overwhelmed and loosing his mind...again. It wasn't common for us to go on dates, and I kind of missed the times we did in the beginning of our relationship. Marriage is exhausting.
I put on my black heels and call it a look. I step carefully back down the stairway and make my way back into the kitchen. I put a single candle on the center the dining table and light it. I place our plates, silverware, and napkins as well, and pour glasses of red wine. I bring the plates to the counter and load them with perfectly seasoned chicken, mashed potatoes, and salad. I smile at the scene I created. I exhale and walk into the living room. He's still sleeping, he looks like an absolute angel. I go around to the side of the couch in between the coffee table and lean down. I press my lips to his softly, placing my hand on his chest. He opens his eyes slowly and sits slightly up. He looks around confused and then looks to me.
"Whoa." He sits up the rest of the way quickly and reaches for his glasses off the coffee table. "Man, Y/N. What's this about?" He looks me up and down with his eyebrows scrunched.
"I have a little surprise, baby." I reply and smile. "Come on." I say high pitched and reach for his hand. He stands up and shakes his robe off. I walk in front of him, holding my arm out behind me as I hold his hand. He scoots up closer to me.
"What are you trying to do to me, woman." He growls in my ear and kisses my neck once. His wet warm lips give me a shivering sensation down my back. I bite my lip and look down. He squeezes my ass, which makes me tense up.
"Mort!" I slightly chuckle and turn to push his chest. We get into the kitchen. "Ta-da..." I say sarcastically and stretch my arms out.
"Oh wow, baby." He rubs his face and looks at me smiling. "Thank you so much." He brings me in for a sweet hug. That's rare. I take it all in and rub his back. He strokes the back of my head.
"I've missed you." I mumble into his chest.
"I've missed you too...I've missed you so much." He loosens the hug and rubs my face. "I just need to finish this book. I'm sorry I've been distant. I'm just been busy and I'm sorry-" I interrupt his rant by kissing his lips sweetly.
"No more apologies, babe. It's okay." I lightly smile and move his hair from his face. "I promise." I tuck the hair behind his ear and he gives a tiny smile. He pushes his glasses up his nose. "Now, the food is going to get cold." I giggle. His kisses my lips a few more times and rubs my hip. He walks over to the table and sits down. I take my seat across from his. A peaceful silence happen between us as I sip my wine. "You know..." Mort looks up from his plate as I begin to speak. "we should do this more often." I give a little smile and start to cut into my chicken. Mort stabs his fork into his salad and takes a bite.
"Hell yeah." He chews it. "If my wife gets dressed like that, and cooks like this...then hell yeah, baby." I giggle and roll my eyes. "You look beautiful, tonight...truly. You're always beautiful." He nods and takes another bite of food.
"Thank you." I exhale and lean back in my chair. His eyes, very obviously, go to my chest and I lean forward looking him in the eye. "If you look at me like that again you're gonna make me insecure." I purse my lips and sip my wine. He tilts his head and chews. He keeps staring. "Mort!" I laugh.
"Hm?" He only moves his eyes up to mine. I tilt my head and glare at him. "Oh sorry, your boobs just look really good...baby." I stop chewing the food that's in my mouth and shake my head. I sit up straight.
"We're at the table, Mort. Dunno if that's appropriate conversation." I raise my eyebrows. He looks under the table.
"You're legs also look fucking amazing." He says, sounding aggressive for no reason. I inhale deeply and my chest puffs up. I stare at him slowly chewing with no emotion on my face but the slightest smirk.
"Just hush." I look to the side and sip my wine again. He gives a fake grin and winks at me.
We continue our meal mostly in silence. Small chatter occurred and he never stopped flirting with me the whole time. It's almost like when we started first dating. It felt really nice.
I finished the wine in my glass and Mort notices. He rises from his seat and reaches over the table to pour me more. I give a blushing smile and thank him. He pours himself more as well. His fork clinks down onto his plate when his finishes his food.
"That was so good." He complements and looks up at me. I set my fork down carefully.
"Thank you." I giggle and stand up. I grab my plate and bring it to the sink. He stands up and comes behind me to set his plate in the sink. I turn to sink on to beginning washing them. He moves my hair from my neck and gives little kisses on it. His hands rest on my hips as he rubs them softly.
"Let the maid do that tomorrow." He kisses my ear lobe. "It's what I pay her for." I smile and turn around to him and I rest arm arms on his shoulders.
"Okay, well fine." I laugh and give him a little kiss on the lips. He quickly turns it into more hungry kiss and his hands sneak around to my bottom. I move my body closer to him and put my hands in his hair. I pull away from him and look him in the eyes.
"Desert?" He asks as my grinds his hips into mine. I bite my lip and nod.
