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Yes, there will be sex. Maybe even kink. However, this is a romance.
Thanks to Rimpig, George Gardner, Tim Mead, MickeyS.
Read a real book now and then. I suggest "The Night Listener," by Armistead Maupin.
Copyright for all parts of "Tuesday Evening- Wednesday Morning" 2005 by Lawrence Prichard.
Wednesday Morning-- early winter
Denys's Turn:
"BRAAAP BRAAAP BRAAAP BRAAAP--"
Alarm clocks these days are really rather obnoxious, even more than the metallic tone of a round windup.
Jerome and I are in bed, and it's 7:30 in the freaking morning. His arms are wrapped around me, and his very masculine attribute is saying "hello" to me.
I turn in his arms and start kissing him awake.
"Morning, Furball."
"Oh, Den..what time is it?"
"Seven thirty, and you have to be there by 8:30 to meet the wholesaler."
"Oh, shit, I forgot."
"I didn't. You hop into the shower, and by the time you're clean, dry, and dressed, coffee and breakfast will be ready."
We kiss again, I slip out of bed, and swat him on his poetic ass.
I pad out to the kitchen. As I pass the spare room, I get Wolf, and his run leash. I open the kitchen door, and hook his run leash to the post. He looks at me in what might be gratitude.
Grabbing the small jar of coffee beans from the freezer, I head to the coffee mill. Its piercing buzz wakes me up better than almost anything. Almost.
Soon enough, I have oatmeal, peeled sliced oranges, and have cooked almost enough bacon. If a man eats meat, he eats bacon.
"Arf, arf, arf"
"You got Wolf out?"
"Well, I thought he might need to go, too!"
Jerome gets up, and brings Wolf in.
"Mr. Smith safe in his room?"
"He is."
"Mmmm. You're so good to us, Denys."
"Bull. I just like having you around, and want to keep you around a while."
"How did you remember it is wholesaler day?"
"I have Maria email me."
"She does?"
"She does. Remember, she was my friend long before she was your employee."
"Oh, no. You two talk about me."
"Not much. She tells me about the store, and I tell her what a good husband you are. Therefore, our emails are short and rare."
He looks at me, I look at him, and I start to laugh. It takes him 37.3 seconds, and he's laughing, as well.
He swats me with yesterday's Cleveland Plain Dealer.
"Brutality! Brutality!"
Laughing again, he checks his calendar book.
"Denys, love, would you come in this afternoon?"
"Well, I had planned a library trip, and Acme afterwards...what's up, studly?"
"Couple of reps due in today as well, and you do so well with them. The things you order never stay on the floor very long."
"Uhhh, I don't know-"
"Some of your favourites....Joanne, Steve, and Martin."
"Oh, all right. I'll be there a little before noon. I'll bring lunch." When I DO go in to the store, it's mostly this time of year, I bring lunch, or I don't see my Furball.
"YES!"
"Don't gloat, Jerome. It's not becoming."
It is now 8:10.
Jerome kisses me, and I melt a little.
"I'll bring chicken salad, rolls, and a fruit dish."
"Good. Maria loves your chicken salad."
"She should, it's based on hers."
Jerome dances out the door to the garage, and hops into the Highlander.
I take the dishes to the sink, check Wolf's bowls, and then wash my hands and unload the dishwasher.
We're two domesticated bears in love.
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