Romance means many different things to different people. Candlelight and roses. Chocolate. Curling on the couch together to watch a movie. Long drives through the mountains. Walks on the beach. Cooking together. Long talks about the future.
In the kink world it can mean other things. A hand around the throat for control. Spankings that leave marks. Kneeling and serving in whatever way the dominant wishes. A night strapped to a St. Andrew’s cross and flogged.
Sometimes the most romantic thing is simply someone taking care of you, willing to do whatever is necessarily to make sure you are happy and well looked after.
Our Snippet Saturday theme today is Romance. I have reached out to my gal pal Cecile from All I Want And More… for her assistance, for her recommendation of what she considers the most romantic scene in one of my books. After much deliberation, she has chosen from Arctic Shift.
“I thought we were going to have breakfast with your family?”
“It’s well beyond breakfast time at their place.” He winked at her and she felt the heat creep up her neck.
Bacon sizzled and pancakes bubbled on the griddle. Carson flipped a spatula in his hand waiting patiently to flip the pancakes. If she stayed up here with him, lived with him, she’d be putting on a lot more weight given the way he cooked. There was no Special K in his cupboards. There was no cold cereal or convenience food period. Everything had to be made and often from scratch. She was still marveling at him in the kitchen, long and lean, tall and well defined, but moved in a kitchen as if he’d been born to it.
“It’s been ages since I had pancakes and bacon.” Ruby sat on a stool at the kitchen island.
“What do you normally eat for breakfast?”
“You know, cereal, Pop Tarts, frozen waffles, instant oatmeal.”
“Sounds exciting. I’ve never had a Pop Tart or instant oatmeal.”
“Nope. No need to. I can make anything I want. And homemade is always better.”
“I can’t live without my Lucky Charms and my frosted cherry Pop Tarts.” And she couldn’t. She often took one or the other or both with her when she traveled. She hadn’t this time though and while she might have missed them had she not met Carson, she certainly didn’t miss them now that she had.
“Okay, well, I’m sure we can get some. If Fairbanks doesn’t have them, we can send James looking for them next time he goes down to Anchorage. Otherwise, there’s always Amazon.”
Carson flipped the pancakes and drained the bacon on a paper-towel-lined plate. “You can get Amazon stuff delivered up here?”
“You make it sound like we’re on another planet. Of course we can get deliveries. We sometimes have to drive to Fairbanks for packages, but for the most part, we do very well. We have satellite TV and Internet. We are our own entity up here, but we are also well connected and have access to anything we need or may want. You will not be deprived here, Ruby. I promise you.”
Ruby shook her head. “I’m not worried about any of that. You told me last night you’d get me anything I needed and I believe you. I just… I guess living in the city, I don’t think of such remote areas as being well supplied and often imagine… I don’t know. It’s just so different.”
He set the plate of pancakes on the island along with the bacon. It all smelled good, and she was glad she could only feel her stomach growling and not hear it. Talk about embarrassing. “Dig in.”
He filled his plate, slathered his pancakes with butter, and drowned them in syrup. After a few rather large bites, he looked over at her. She was still buttering her own small stack of two pancakes. “You okay this morning?”
She glanced in his direction, confused. “Yes, why?”
He took another big bite, and she ducked her head, more heat filling her cheeks at the memories, especially earlier in the shower. He’d soaped her up, washed her down, then knelt on the floor of the shower stall and pulled her toward his mouth. He ate at her pussy and wasn’t satisfied until he’d made her scream. He’d gotten her out then and bent her over against the window and taken her from behind while she looked out at the Alaskan morning.
Someone would have to clean the glass where her hand, mouth and cheek prints were surely marring it. Now that they’d had sex, it just didn’t seem to be enough, for either of them. They both went at each other equally fierce and hungry.
“Oh. Yeah, I’m good. A little sore, but, good.” She couldn’t believe he’d brought it up over breakfast.
Tension simmered between them as they finished eating, and she couldn’t help wondering…
“You keep looking at me like that, Ruby, and we’ll be going at it again right here.”
“Oh. Sorry.” She looked down at her plate, for some reason surprised to find it empty.
“Don’t be.” He winked. “I’m not.” He kissed the top of her head and began clearing the dishes when the doorbell rang. Carson looked over his shoulder and grinned at her. “Saved by the bell, huh?”
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