Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Cookies and Cream



Today's muse: Three Word Wednesday

Today's words: cleanse, knead, melt.
Well, there's only one thing to write about with those words. Not to mention I'm a little focused right now...I've hit a love scene in Madison's Avenue. First detailed one I've written and far too racy to publish on this blog.

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Cookies and Cream

Lined along the counter like sentries were the ingredients for her prized oatmeal-raisin cookies; a family recipe passed from grandmother to daughter to granddaughter. A light dusting of flour covered the marble countertop. Cooling on the metal rack were five dozen cookies for Nathan’s pre-school bake sale. The last batch was in the oven.

Humming a little off-key, Emily washed mixing bowls, wooden spoons and measuring cups in scalding, sudsy water. Baking was cathartic. Energy coursed through her, spinning her into hyper-mode. While the cookies baked, she scrubbed the counter, cleaned out the refrigerator, and re-organized the cereal cupboard. Did she really have four different kinds of Cheerios?

Not only did the kitchen sparkle, but Emily was no longer angry with Sam. Well, not as much. She knew it was petty, but she wasn’t one to forgive easily. Sometimes she needed to stay mad for a while. The argument was ridiculous, but she wasn’t about to let it go. She’d spent hours preparing a romantic dinner for their five-year anniversary and he’d come home late. Hadn’t even called to tell her he was stuck in a meeting. How hard was it to pick up the damn phone and make a quick call? Or send a text?

Emily slammed a bamboo spoon into the sink, sending up a geyser of suds. Maybe she was still a little angry. She leaned against the counter and closed her eyes. She inhaled a deep, cleansing breath through her nose, pushed it out through her mouth. In again. Out again. Once more. In. Out.

The timer on the oven rang.

Emily wiped her hands on a dish towel, scooped up a pair of mitts. She pulled down the oven door, leaned back to avoid the rush of steam; made a mental note to call the spa and make an appointment for a facial. She leaned into the heat to pull the clay baking sheet from the oven.

This glorious sight is what greeted Sam when he came home. Cut-off jeans that revealed a firm heart-shaped bottom. God bless yoga. He let Emily set the hot tray on the counter before he crossed the kitchen, reaching her in three long strides.

Pressing against her back, he wrapped an arm around her waist, brought the other in front of her to present the flowers he bought.

“I’m sorry.” Thick with emotion, his voice caught and he pulled her closer.

Emily melted into him, forgiveness offered but unspoken.

Sam tossed the bouquet onto the counter as he swept her long curls off to one side. He kneaded her shoulders, pressed his thumbs into the hard knots, shamed with the knowledge they were his doing. Intimately familiar with her trigger points, he nuzzled into the back of her neck, whispered detailed promises. Her feral groan shot through him and he thrust against her.

“When is Nathan coming home from school?”

“What?” Her brain was fogged, blood pounded in her ears.

“Nathan.” Sam trailed his tongue behind her ear, suckled on the lobe. “Our son. Nathan. Home. When?”

“Oh. Um. He’s not.” A coherent word wasn’t possible while Sam’s hands explored, possessed. “Playdate. Until four.”

“Perfect.” Sam spun her around, cupped her ass and pulled her up so she could wrap her legs around him. “We’ve got an hour.” And he carried her up to the bedroom.

Forgotten on the counter, the bake sale cookies cooled next to the mercy flowers, while passion delivered forgiveness upstairs.


12 comments:

glnroz said...

goodness, humm,,goodness

Spook The Scribbler said...

Aww. Cute scene ... if a leetle suggestive (in a good way) ;)

Monica Manning said...

@glnroz & Spook: I know! It's the Madison scene. I can't get it out of my head. You should read what I deleted from here!

Wine and Words said...

Well now I want to read all the racy parts :) In my experience...it takes a lot more than yoga for an ass like that!

Monica Manning said...

@W&W: It's my fiction world. An awesome ass can be had despite eating chocolate for breakfast. If only!

glnroz said...

yes, i wanna hear all the juicy parts too. It aint fair that you censored it.. lol

mangetoutetc said...

The combination of food and sex is hard to resist. Works for me! Great response to the prompt.

jaerose said...

'mercy flowers'..why can one purchase a bunch of those? I loved this scene..the cookies baking away..I almost heard the timer on the oven ping at the climax..so to speak..like Glenn would love to read the 'other' story too..Jae

ThomG said...

a very truthful piece that plays out oh so well.

Fear Not the Darkness but What lies Within said...

Steamy without being graphic you wrote this so well!

Donna Hole said...

Wow; I'm ready for the rest of the novel now . .

Awesome characterizations. That last line had me drooling.

And oatmeal raisin cooking are my favorites :) So are apologetic men.

.........dhole

VL Sheridan said...

Really well done Monica, steamy and romantic at the same time!