the kitchen, as mature as it gets for me :)
newlyweds, like lovebugs pulled apart for a weekend. In the kitchen steaming some vegetables that honestly had it coming. She didn’t hear the door behind her over boiling water. He silently crept behind her and slid his arm around her perfect torso. He felt her jump at the unexpected touch. Smiling, he brushed her wild curls to one side and kissed her collarbone, shoulders. A tiny sigh escaped her. She let go of the pot and turned to face him. They slid further down the countertop away from the hot stove. She felt the counter’s edge against her back and his hands just above working their way underneath her hanes cotton. She fumbled with his tie, tiny white dress shirt buttons. Damn these things are hard to undo with one hand, she thought. One of his hands verntured out from under her shirt to help. Their lips met for the first time in three days. A short tease of a kiss as he pulled the tie over his head and unbuttoned the final collar button. Catching their breath, hearts beating furiously…