The Most Important Meal of the Day
Lily woke slowly, her nose leading the way to full consciousness. Head completely under the down quilt, she stayed motionless to get a sense of if she was alone or not in the bed. Realizing that there was nothing weighing down the mattress on the other side, she peeked out from under the edge of the quilt to see if the bedroom was empty as well. There was no sign of Sarge or his clothes on the footboard. But the scent of Rosa’s homemade chorizo sausage, one of her very favorite foods, had found its way inside the room despite the closed door. Very hungry and needing to visit the bathroom she yanked on her thermals then sprinted to it.
Unable to resist the stronger scent of the chorizo and whatever else was cooking, Lily wasted no time making her way directly to the kitchen. There she made a beeline to the stove and discovered the sausage warming in a cast iron pan, a stack of pancakes and another pan filled with fried potatoes, onions and peppers. Fully focused solely on satisfying her stomach, she took a pancake in one hand, put spoonfuls of the sausage and potatoes on it, folded it in half and took a healthy bite. Only after dropping onto the nearest chair did she see Sarge standing at the sink carefully pouring hot water into an apple red teapot.
Without taking his eyes off the task at hand, he said, “I figure green tea is a good switch up after all the coffee last night. Morning, Lily. Right on time for breakfast. Your nose is one heck of an alarm clock.” Sarge turned away from the sink to set the teapot on the table and came to a grinding halt at his first full sight of Lily wolfing down her pancake. After pushing a potato back into her overfull mouth, she gave him a thumbs up sign before pointing to the half eaten pancake in her other hand spilling some of its contents onto the table and in her lap. Unable to talk, she squeezed her eyes shut for a moment while shaking her head a little to convey her delight.
Unable to take his eyes off her, Sarge carefully set down the teapot while slowly sitting down on his chair. He made absolutely no effort to hide the fact that he was taking his time drinking up the sight of her from the top of her head to her toes then back again repeatedly. He was well aware that this was the first time she was totally relaxed in his presence. Following her intense desire to get to the source of the food scents, she’d arrived in the kitchen wearing only her navy blue thermal underwear which, in spite of its loose fit, here in the bright kitchen light, with no hammer in her hand to distract his attention, indicated the general dimensions of a figure barely half the mass of what Sarge had estimated might be hidden under winter sweaters and loose-fitting pants which allowed layering clothing for warmth.
Stuffing the last bit of the pancake into her mouth, she returned to the stove for another helping. Second pancake, complete with sausage and potatoes, held open over both of her hands she leaned a little over the table, still chewing the last mouthful, nodded her head at the bottle of maple syrup then at Sarge. Catching her drift, he opened the bottle and poured a generous amount over the pancake which was then promptly folded in half like the first. Lily swallowed, cleared her throat, said, “Thanks” then attacked her second helping as intensely as the first.
Meanwhile Sarge resettled into his chair, one elbow resting on the back, saying nothing while taking note that even as she moved her fully covered breasts, in the shape of halved oranges, didn’t sway, sag or even jiggle. He still had no sure idea about her waist, but the gentle curve of her hips and tapering contours of her slender legs were doing an admirable job of satisfying his curiosity.
Having already eaten while cooking, Sarge waited wordlessly for the tea to brew while watching Lily eat nonstop until she’d downed a third pancake same as its predecessors. He poured a cup of tea and set it within her reach, then another for himself. Finally full, she stretched her arms overhead, leaned to the left and then to the right just long enough for a sound like cracking knuckles to issue from each side. Her arms dropping down with a relieved sigh, she picked up her cup of tea, nodded at Sarge and sipped it with her eyes closed. “Thank you very much, that was wonderfully delicious.”
“Any time Lily any time.” Drinking his tea, Sarge managed to refrain from giving voice to a single one of the numerous things he knew very well he ought not to say to a woman, yet very often did, even though doing so usually resulted in his permanent exile from their company.
Lily held up a length of her long hair, sniffed it and wrinkled her nose. “I think I better grab a shower before this gets worse. You want to use the bathroom before I get in there for a while?”
Sarge shook his head.”All good here.” By the time she left the kitchen humming with her cup of tea in hand, uncombed long hair swaying slightly with her every step, she had unwittingly totally captured his undivided complete attention on all possible levels.
Breakfast Special, #14, What A Little Wood Can Do https://47whitebuffalo.wordpress.com/2013/07/24/breakfast-special-14-what-a-little-wood-can-do/