Thyme for Love – Tuesday Tales ‘attitude’

Here’s a snippet from my current work in progress, Thyme for Love.

This week we’re writing to the prompt ‘attitude’. Return to TUESDAY TALES for more great snippets.

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Sally rushed through her usual getting ready routine, knowing that Izzy was waiting in the living room for her. Forgoing the hair dryer, she brushed on a quick touch of blush, threw on some casual clothes and grabbed her purse.

It wouldn’t have mattered how long she took to primp. Izzy was sound asleep on the couch, stretched out as if he didn’t have a care in the world, his face peaceful and relaxed, with her orange tabby tucked under his arm. She stood gazing at him for a few moments, her heart swelling with a rush of tender feelings. She ached to bend down and stroke the sides of his face gently.

A debate raged in her head. Let him sleep or wake him. She wanted to do both. A huge laundry list of items awaited her, so she wanted to hurry and go eat breakfast so she could get on with the tasks looming over her. But, she also wanted to let his sleep and get a little rest. He’d had a long weekend with a lot of driving.

I’ll grab some papers to work on and let him sleep a little longer, she thought. Moving towards the kitchen, a creaking floorboard woke him.

Rubbing his eyes, he sat up, as if instantly awake. “Sorry about that. I didn’t mean to sleep that soundly.” He stood and stepped towards her, arms open for a hug.

She nestled into his arms and stood still, not wanting to move from his embrace.

Tipping his head down close to her neck, he inhaled deeply and murmured into her ear. “Mmmm, you smell good.”

“Of course you’d like it, Mr. Herb Man,” she laughed. “My conditioner has rosemary and the lotion has eucalyptus and rosemary in it.”

“Must be why we get along so well.” He hugged tighter.

A rumbling from her stomach announced its intention. “Yeah, we’ll get along even better when you buy me that humongous breakfast you owe me, sir.”

“Then let’s go. I sure don’t want to stand in the middle of my girl and her food.”

She tipped her head up and looked in his eyes. His girl?

As if seeing the question in her eyes, he asked, “You are my girl, aren’t you?”

Her mind raced, thoughts swirling around in a jumble. In her brief confusion, she paused, and then realized that there wasn’t anywhere else she wanted to be right now. “I suppose I am, since here in your arms is where I want to be right now.”

“Good! Then, let’s celebrate and go get my girl some food.” He dropped a quick kiss on the tip of her nose.

As she started to step away, he grabbed her hand and pulled her back into his arms. “But first …” His lips lowered to meet hers and her arms wrapped around his neck. Fingers slid through his mane of hair, pulling him closer, tighter. His tongue deftly slid between her lips, exploring, their tongues twisting in an intricate dance. Arms ventured and caressed, the two locked in a heated embrace.

Sally pulled away first, taking a deep breath. “Oh my god,” she groaned. “I wish I could just clone myself. I’d send one out to breakfast and the other me would drag you back to the bedroom.”

Izzy just grinned. “For a girl who kisses with an attitude like that…you know which one I’d stay with.”

A tilt of her head revealed the glint in her eye. She licked her fingertip and proceeded to trace the lines of his mouth with it. He moaned and clutched her tightly, kissing the nape of her neck and growling in her ear, “God woman, don’t tease me like that. I’ll take you right here.”

Her hands slid to his bottom and pulled him tightly to her, pressing her abdomen into him. One hand worked its way around, sliding along his jeans until she found his hardness, straining against the denim. “If I’m your girl,” she said breathlessly, “maybe you’d better come show me how you mean to make use of this…”