05-21-2014, 01:46 PM
Ayden watched Connor as he walked to the table. She liked watching him move. It made thing stir deep down. She smiled brightly at him as she sat down across from him at the table.
Ayden clinked her glass against Connor's with a laugh "To heavy crates and a mean cook.
Ayden cut into the perfect steak and savored the flavor. It was hard not to talk with her mouth full to relay her thoughts, but she managed to maintain her lady-like composure. "Two mean cooks. Excellent steak!"
Breakfast consisted of small talk and eating. Mostly talking. Ayden tried to stay away from the big questions. The where are you from, what do you do and tried to make it so the conversation never went anywhere real. Her story had to be straight, it wasn't cut and dry. If she were Natalia, things would be easier. Being Ayden was so much harder. Weather, current events just about anything to keep their minds from what it was they both wanted to do.
Smiles and quips and slight touch of the hands. Laughter. It was a good breakfast, it felt like time had stopped. It was both gratifying and frustrating.
Every once and a while through out the meal Ayden ran her foot up and down Connor's leg. It was an accident at first, but the closeness and warmth of his body, she wanted to touch him, feel him close. It was very hard to maintain a cool composure.
The last bite was taken, the last of the mimosa mixture was gone. Not a bad breakfast at all. Ayden stacked the plates and other things that needed washing. Ayden stood up with a smile, her tummy was content, but the rest of her was not. She smiled as she walked around the table the long way and ran her fingers through Connor's hair before reaching over his back to pick up the plates. Her breast pressed up against his back, Ayden was dying to kiss the back of his neck. But she fought the urge with every fiber in her body.
It took the strength of ten men to pull herself away from Connor, and walk the dishes to the nearby sink. She hoped he'd follow, hoped she hadn't come on too strong. It was all hope, normal went out the window a long time ago.
Ayden clinked her glass against Connor's with a laugh "To heavy crates and a mean cook.
Ayden cut into the perfect steak and savored the flavor. It was hard not to talk with her mouth full to relay her thoughts, but she managed to maintain her lady-like composure. "Two mean cooks. Excellent steak!"
Breakfast consisted of small talk and eating. Mostly talking. Ayden tried to stay away from the big questions. The where are you from, what do you do and tried to make it so the conversation never went anywhere real. Her story had to be straight, it wasn't cut and dry. If she were Natalia, things would be easier. Being Ayden was so much harder. Weather, current events just about anything to keep their minds from what it was they both wanted to do.
Smiles and quips and slight touch of the hands. Laughter. It was a good breakfast, it felt like time had stopped. It was both gratifying and frustrating.
Every once and a while through out the meal Ayden ran her foot up and down Connor's leg. It was an accident at first, but the closeness and warmth of his body, she wanted to touch him, feel him close. It was very hard to maintain a cool composure.
The last bite was taken, the last of the mimosa mixture was gone. Not a bad breakfast at all. Ayden stacked the plates and other things that needed washing. Ayden stood up with a smile, her tummy was content, but the rest of her was not. She smiled as she walked around the table the long way and ran her fingers through Connor's hair before reaching over his back to pick up the plates. Her breast pressed up against his back, Ayden was dying to kiss the back of his neck. But she fought the urge with every fiber in her body.
It took the strength of ten men to pull herself away from Connor, and walk the dishes to the nearby sink. She hoped he'd follow, hoped she hadn't come on too strong. It was all hope, normal went out the window a long time ago.