As I patted the water from my body, I looked at it in the mirror. Of course I sucked in about a 'virtual' 10 pounds and called it ‘gone’. I looked rather nice like that and decided to just hold it in for a while. While brushing my teeth, plucking my chin and pushing up the sag under my eyes, it dawned on me that this would be a great opportunity for me to make a visit to my husband—naked.
I patted into our bedroom and leaned over him while he lie, still… in bed, resting peacefully—sleeping soundly… snoring loudly, his full lips pouting with each heavy gust of air passing through them. Sliding into my stilettos I climbed on him, well the covers that I penned him beneath with my imaginarily taunt butt… held in with much effort. This was already turning into a workout and I hadn’t even gotten to where I had pictured this all going.
Touching the front of his bald head with my cold hands, his eyes sprung open, locking on mine. I licked my lips seductively and asked “What do you want for breakfast sweetie?”>
Without his eyes moving from mine or his hands even attempting to leave the warmth of the blankets… without even a half attempt to glance down at my dangling breast or well….dangling ‘arm wings' for that matter… he answered, in a voice, deep and hoarse, heavy from a night of breathing in over heated air, “Bacon and eggs… fried eggs.”
The silence between us was tense as I stared deep into his pools of darkness… eyes that once moved me to orgasm with just a glance my way. I paused, stiff… not quite mortified… not really pissed… just sort of … yeah.
“Okay… you want it now?”
He nodded slowly, cautiously… as if wanting to make sure I didn’t misunderstand anything. “Now is good,” he said.
“Umhmm. Okay.” Slowly I dismounted him, sliding from the bed. I kicked off my heels and then picked them up, sitting them neatly together by the bedside, where I kept them… just in case.
Noticing my big red robe lying on my side of the California king I walked around the large pine wood Ikea bed frame to get it. Sliding on it onto my shoulders I pulled the belt tight around my waistline, which had thickened quickly with just an exhale that was too glad to come.
I slid into my slippers, worn down and in need of replacing. Maybe I’d tell him I wanted a new pair since he’d asked me what I wanted for Xmas. Over the last twenty years, he’d always asked me what I wanted. It just made it easier that way.
“Honey,” he side to me as I reached for the door knob, my mind lost in shopping spree at ‘Ross’ that I’d begun to quickly plan. I turned to him. His eyes were again closing, as he no doubt rushed to reclaim a wonderful dream he was probably having.
“Yeah,” I answered, with as much sweetness as I could muster considering…
“And make the bacon crispy … like you did yesterday morning. That was really good,” he added with his lips curving into a lusty smile.
Ahhh lust…
Yes it was lust, pure and simple…
I hadn’t seen in on his lips in a while… but I’d know that look anywhere.
I hadn’t seen it when I took up belly dancing and put on an award winning performance a few months back. I hadn’t seen it when I nearly emptied our bank account at Fredrick’s of Hollywood. I hadn’t seen it when I cooked breakfast for a week wearing nothing but those ‘hurt me’ black stilettos that now sat there poised and quiet… snickering at me as if to say… and you thought we could help.
If only he’d looked at me as he was ‘no doubt’ seeing that bacon…
But… it wasn’t going to be like that. Not now… not any more. Those days were past. I realized then the best I could hope for was that he would always smile like that when thinking about and or eating my cooking.
Just last night, he hummed while devouring a salad that I’d made with this new dressing recipe I’d gotten from a Rachel Ray website…
And now, just the thought of my crispy bacon had made his day worth facing..
I realized suddenly that my lips too had curved upward and my heart filled with love for him. I love this man who no longer looked at my body, cared about what I wore, or considered that I may not be dead below the waist.
I love him and had for a really … really… long time.
What we had was good and yes, despite the lack of what other’s considered to be an exciting relationship, I hoped it always stayed that good between us.
