Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This is the place where a talented group of writers post stories written to word prompts. This week the word prompt is "Flowery." We have more of "Someone Like You," this week. It's a bit steamy, so be forewarned!
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Sunday morning, Charlotte arose with music in her heart. After dressing and scarfing down a quick breakfast, she got preparations that evenings dinner with Mark started. First there was preparing a marinade for the meat. Then washing and peeling potatoes. She prepared Brussels sprouts, Mark’s favorite vegetable, for baking, sprinkling garlic powder on them and drizzling honey.
Next, she set the table, fussing over just the right napkins to use. She flitted down the stairs and outside to hunt for wild flowers for the table. Everything had to be just right because this would be the night they took their relationship to the next level.
Once she finished in the kitchen, she changed the sheets, then took a shower and brought out her most expensive perfume. The one she saved for special occasions. This would be the most special of occasions, wouldn’t it, she said to herself.
She put the meat in the oven and the potatoes in a pot
filled with water. The radio played Vivaldi’s Four Seasons. She dressed in a simple white sundress.
He was right on time!
“Something smells wonderful. Can’t tell if it’s dinner,
or you, or both,” he said with a chuckle.
She moved away so he could enter. He closed the door and
took her in his arms for an ardent kiss. The feeling of his strong arms around her warmed her heart and stirred
desire. Losing herself in his embrace would be her dream come true.
The dinner came off without a hitch. The roast was
perfect, he loved everything. After dinner, he helped her clean up, but made no
move toward the door. It was nine o’clock.
He put one hand on her waist and pulled her to him.
“Now, for dessert,” he said, bringing his mouth down on hers.
He fairly crushed her, making his growing passion
obvious. She melted against him.
Without any silly, flowery language, he got right to the
point. In a husky voice he whispered in her ear. “I want you, Charlotte. I have
for a long time.”
“Me, too,” she breathed in his ear.
He raised his head and made eye contact. “Yes?” he asked.
“Yes,” she replied.
Surprising her, he whisked her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He closed the door with his foot and laid her gently down on the bed.
Sorry, folks. That's all for today! Thanks for stopping by!
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