Supermarket
You open the door and gasp as you almost run right into Adam Klaus. "Hello Love," he says.
"Bye Love," you smile.
"Pardon?"
You lean up and kiss him on the cheek. "Just going to get some groceries. Back as soon as I can."
"But it's almost midnight!"
"Welcome to America, land of 24 hour supermarkets. You go this time of night, you only have to dodge forklifts, not brawling families."
"Well let me come along with you. I don't want you going out by yourself this time of night."
"Why how chivalrous and yet domestic of you but it's boring and I won't be long."
Adam magically transforms his natural bedroom eyes into big sad little boy ones. "Please? I can make it interesting."
You grin like a woman about to get herself into trouble. "Oh okay."
"Goodie. Just let me change real quick."
Adam dashes into the bedroom and changes out of his stage leather and silk and into blue jeans and a T-shirt. He enters the living room again and slides his arm around your waist as you walk out together.
When you get to the market, you take a basket and Adam walks beside you. You are drawing a little attention from the few patrons wandering the aisles as Adam insists on singing the lyrics to the corresponding musak on the speakers above.
You place peanut butter in the basket. He grabs a little plastic bear filled with honey. You take a bagful of red apples. He gets a basket of deep red strawberries. You tick off your shopping list, acquiring vegetables, pasta mix, paper towels and milk. At the same time Adam adds scented candles, incense, and chocolate icing. As he places each new item in the basket, he looks at you in a way that lets you know you will intimately discover his reasons for each purchase.
You return home, Adam with his bag, you with yours. As you put the groceries away, Adam is doing *something* in the bedroom. You're not sure what. You're almost afraid to ask. All you know is that you have been barred from entry until Adam deems otherwise. You almost died laughing at Adam's expression when you told him barred from entry could work both ways.
As you finish in the kitchen and turn off the light, the bedroom door opens just long enough for Adam to hang something on the outside of the doorknob and shut it again. You walk to the door and see that it's one of your nightgowns, a slip-like one, made of silver satin with black lace trim. There is a piece of paper folded around one of the straps. You unfold it and read. "Put on the gown and knock on the door. Wait for me to let you in." Normally, you might have taken offense at the ordering tone of this letter, but right now you're pretty sure that would be cutting off your nose to spite your face.
You quickly change out of your shopping clothes and into the lingerie. You take a brush out of your purse and run it through your hair. Then you knock upon the bedroom door. It opens wide and you see that the room is dark except for the glow of pink candles lit sporadically around the room. Then the scent of white gardenia incense wafts toward you.
Adam steps out from the shadows, clad in only a wonderfully clingy emerald colored robe. "Oh yes," he purrs, "that was definitely the right gown." From behind his back he produces a small bouquet of pink carnations. He looks shyly down at them, and then back at you. Your stomach is full of rioting butterflies. "I know the uh, supermarket posies aren't exactly my style, but I wanted you to have something."
You smile and accept the flowers. "I like carnations."
He takes your cheeks in his hands and tilts your head up. "Should have been roses. Only the best." His kiss is gentle and undemanding. He pulls away smiling and lays your flowers on the table next to the door.
Next, he takes your hands and leads you slowly into the bedroom. As he moves you past the door, he closes it and comes up behind you tightly. He places a kiss on your bare shoulder, moving your strap down your arm for better access. You feel him slip your other strap down and you smile up at him.
"Adam, why do you spend so much time picking out clothes you refuse to let me stay in?"
He smiles back as he sends your gown to the floor, pooling around your feet. Your panties soon join it. His hands are moving expertly down your back. "Sorry Love, I just can't help it. The only thing more enticing than you in satin and lace is you out of it."
You turn in his arms and undo the belt on his robe, shoving it back off of his shoulders. He kisses you again and then lifts you into his arms, carrying you to the bed and laying you down. He crawls on beside you and takes the little honey bear from the nightstand.
Adam pushes your hair back from your shoulders and tips the honey bear over your chest. The golden sweetness catches the candlelight as he makes spirals of it on your breasts. You arch an eyebrow at him. "Do you have any idea how sticky that stuff is?"
"Well, I will just have to be very, very thorough in cleaning it off." You can't help a small shiver at that. Adam catches that, growls low in his throat and is rewarded by an even larger one. He touches his mouth to your breast, following the swirl of honey. He nips, licks, and sucks achingly slow on his way to your nipple, not missing a drop. When he finishes with one, he treats its companion to an encore performance.
He continues to kiss his way down to your belly button, and then begins moving back up. As he settles himself between your legs, Adam's lips come to yours once more. The sweetness on his tongue is part honey, part Adam. Seconds later, he is inside you, rocking you slowly. As your passions increase, so does his pace. You lock your ankles behind his thighs and he thrusts a few more times until you simultaneously enter ecstasy.
You disentangle from each other and as Adam lays on his back beside you, you turn against his side, your hand coming to stroke his chest hair. "Adam?"
"Yes Love," he whispers sleepily as he kisses your forehead.
"What were the strawberries and chocolate icing for?"
He giggles softly. "You'll find out tomorrow night."
You smile against his skin. "Promise?"
"Vow." Adam squeezes you close to him and you watch the candles burning ever lower as you drift off to sleep.
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