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He looked at her post. "egg and cheese on a toasted bagel" made one for Babe, then everyone else wanted one too! Stretching, he saw comments appearing right on cue. "I’ll take one". "one for me too please". He grinned, getting into the act, "Since you’re making so many, I’ll take one, and if you hurry you can bring it to me in bed!" To his surprise she Immediately replied, "Only for you, since you’ve seen me in bed so many times!" Followed by a smiley face that was laughing so hard it had tears. He replied, "and you know me, always looking forward to desert. Followed by a smiley face with hearts for eyes.
He thought back to her hospitalizations, the many times when he would encourage her, reassure her, try to calm her fears, and get her to walk, to build her strength. They had developed a chemistry together, they had a similar, slightly naughty, sense of humor. They would comment on things and look at each other realizing that no one else in the room picked up on their humor. On one day she was in the intensive care unit, having a rough time of it. He stopped by to see her and she was walking in the hallway with physical therapy. They were about to stop. The therapist said she didn’t have her walking music, so she was having trouble getting into the "zone". "Got you covered" was his response. He pulled out his cell phone and brought up a video on YouTube then hit play…the theme song from the Lone Ranger! She slowly turned to look at him with a stare that said, "Screw you, asshole"! Not even a hint of a smile. Then she turned back…and kept walking. Ever since, whenever they ran into each other, one or both would softly say "High Ho Sliver" under their breath.
Another chirp on his phone brought him back to reality. "You da best" with a smiley blowing a kiss. "Just bring it on upstairs when you get here, the front door’s open. The wife never locks it on her way out to work." he thinks to himself as he rolls over for some more sleep. He was sleeping soundly when she slowly opened the front door. She steps inside, closing the door quietly and moving to the kitchen. After she pops a bagel into the toaster, she pours a large glass of orange juice. Seeing a frying pan on the stove top, she turns on a burner and drops an egg in. She puts the bagel on a small plate then a slice of cheese followed by the egg. With plate and juice in hand, she starts quietly up the stairs. Pausing at the bedroom door, she juggles the plate and cup, then opens the door and steps into the bedroom. "Good morning sunshine", she says while approaching the bed.
Turning his head with a snap as he rolls over in the direction of the voice, he tries to make sense of things, in the midst of his sleepiness. Why, you’re here, wha? "Your egg and cheese bagel with a large O.J., your favorite," was her matter of fact reply. He raises up on one elbow saying "here" indicating the juice. She hands him the cup and he takes a couple of gulps, so it’s not so full, and sets it on his nightstand. He then takes the small plate and balances it on his digital alarm clock. "So, what prompted this?" he inquires. "
"Just wondering about desert." Is her response with a slight smile on her lips and an intense flash in her eyes. He took her hand as if to say thanks and pulled her in for a hard passionate kiss while getting an arm behind her shoulders. Her eyes opened wide as, with speed of a judo expert, he rolled away from her, bringing her across his hips onto her back next to him in the bed. All without breaking their kiss. His left leg quickly finds it’s way between hers and presses up against her. His right arm remains locked in behind her shoulders as she struggles against him. With his left hand he gets her right arm under control and he holds her wrist with his right hand. His left hand now free he pulls her hips toward his leaning his hip into her slightly, pressing her into the bedding. Her nipples harden and, as she continues to struggle but the increasing pressure between her legs begin to kindle a warmth which takes off, becoming a fire, quickly spreading. Her struggling lessens as she gives way to her passion and she pulls him even deeper into their embrace. He breaks off their kiss and looks deeply into her eyes.
He begins kissing her neck oblivious to the scars and marks of her many hospital battles. Scars, you see are like tattoos, only with better stories. He continues on to her breasts, licking, teasing the already hard nipples, gently biting, nibbling, sucking. She presses into him as the intensity of the fire within ever increases. He slides his left hand down to discover she is already wet as his fingers find their way between her labia and over her clit. She arches her back toward him as he slides a finger in, finding her G spot. She begins to shudder and lets out a soft moan, then inhales sharply, as a wave of ecstasy overtakes her. Fluids seem to pour forth out of nowhere. Her breathing becomes coarse. He pushes bedding aside and moves to her hips drinking deeply of her fountain of delight. As he begins to lick and tease another wave overtakes her and she once again shudders and fluids pour forth in abundance, which he happily drinks directly from the fount itself.
Lost in ecstasy they are unconcerned with time or little else. He is hard to the point of being painful. He begins to move over her. "No you don’t", she says, grabbing his package. He initially resists until she squeezes harder. Pain compliance wins again as she pushes him away from her and onto his back. Lifting a leg over him she slides herself down onto his throbbing column, effortlessly sinking slowly to it’s base, wetness spreading everywhere. She raises up to start a rhythmic up and down. His breathing deepens as her speed picks up. She can’t quite tell which is getting wider, his smile or his eyes! It isn’t long before his eyes close and he begins to buck as his fists clench around the bed linens. Slowing to a stop simply clenching her muscles makes him jump and inhale sharply, still only able to give one-word answers. She leans down and tenderly kisses him on she lips whispering in his ear "high ho silver". The words fade as things slip back from his awareness.
Another infernal beeping sound jars him awake. It is his alarm clock this time. As he starts to shut off the alarm, he remembers the plate with the bagel, but too late he shut off the alarm…but there’s no plate. No cup of juice on the nightstand. Confused he sits up, putting his hand out to steady himself. No dampness on the bed linens. Now, really confused, he stepped into his flip flops and went downstairs to the kitchen. Turning on the coffee maker, he looks around. Frying pan is clean, no dirty plate or cup. No nothing. Was it all a dream? Did he imagine it? His heart is pounding as he gets a cup of coffee and sits down, his hands shaking occasionally. As he seems to be getting a little less confused, and calms down some, until his phone rings. Google duo, It’s a video call, it’s her! "Hello" he answered. "Good to see that you finely woke up" she responded in her sassy, almost smart assed way. "yeah, long night, a really long night" he says. "what’s up?" Getting quiet she responds with a glint in her eye "just wanted to see if you enjoyed desert." "What!" he asks, now incredulous. She leans into the phone cam, smiles with her eyes sparkling and whispers "High Ho Silver" then hangs up.
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