The hiss of boiling water as it bubbled onto the stove-top caught Drew's attention, causing him to drop his spoon into the pot of sauce. Reflex caused him to reach for it, singing fingertips with an uttered curse.
While the bubbling mini-crisis was taken care of his and burnt fingers sucked on, his attention was once again diverted by the chime of the doorbell. With a panicked glance to the clock, Drew exhaled in relief. He hadn't lost track of time.
A soft laugh from outside the apartment door answered his grumble, And if I refuse?
You're early! Drew hurried to finish his task in the kitchen and set the places at the dining table.
Better early than late, right? If you don't hurry I may end up running off with your neighbor.
Drew muttered to himself as he lit the candles at the table, shaking out the match hurriedly. Andi always teased him about running off with his neighbor and Barry wouldn't hesitate to relieve him of her. He came to believe she just did it to make him possessive, but there was always that lingering, irrational doubt.
Just a minute!
With a cursory scan of the kitchen and dining room Drew ensured that everything was set. Having a fire to put out in the kitchen tends to ruin the mood. That is, if we're dealing with a literal fire.
Wiping his face with a kitchen towel and smoothing his dark hair back into place from his rush, Drew flicked the overhead light off just as he opened the front door. Breath caught in his throat and he surely had the look of a moron on his face as he stared at what was before him. Her dishwater blonde hair had just been cut to above shoulder length and she made it look good. What really caught his attention was the short, black strapless dress. Andi was a big fan of keeping it simple, but the effect it had on Drew felt anything but simple. Primitive, but never simple.
After an awkward pause amidst Andi's bemused smirk, he waved her in with a smile.
Now, you may enter.
Gee, thanks. I've only been out there for an hour.
A perplexed look now found purchase on Drew's face, An hour? You rang the doorbell just five minutes ago.
I know. I was spying on you before that.
Drew just shook his head at Andi's claim, dismissing it.
Andi smiled as she saw the meal that Drew had prepared. He always did enjoy cooking for her.
Her blue-grey eyes flashed as she looked him up and down, surpressing a giggle, So, are you going to be wearing that all night, or is this a special occasion?
Drew blinked and looked down, slightly confused before he reached back to untie and toss the apron into the kitchen, Haha, hey. At least it proves that I cooked the meal for you instead of just passing take-out off as my own.
Andi rolled her eyes and turned back to regard the meal, Oh, you mean like all those other times you've treated me to a home-cooked meal.
Ha, right. I try to do that one night with chinese after working a double-shift and you won't let me forget it, hmm?
Andi grinned and shook her head once, Nope!
She never forgot anything. It could be both maddening and useful, all at once.
I thought I'd do my part, so I brought dessert, Andi noted before sitting at the table.
Drew furrowed his brow and glanced around, thinking he had missed the dish or container. He looked curiously at Andi, Did you leave it in the car?
A seductive curl of her lips matched the gleam in her eye. He knew that look.
You're looking at it, tiger.
Drew felt the sudden need to leave plenty of room for dessert.
It had been nearly a year since they become a couple and he had never had a problem finding room for Andi in his life. A soft cough broke him out of the small trance he had lapsed into.
Are we going to eat, or do you want to stare and drool all night? I'm pretty flexible, but I like to know what to expect, you know.
Blushing, Drew sat down and served the meal he had spent the last few hours on. It was only spaghetti, but he made it all from scratch, even the noodles. Nothing was too good for a night like this, especially when she brought dessert.
You drool any more, you may need to break out that apron, again.
Drew chuckled, shaking his head, I can't help it. You're just too beautiful for me.
Shut up and serve me, Andi admonished, always putting him in place when he tried to self-efface.
Don't call me ma'am. I'm younger than you.
Andi sighed, but smiled inwardly. They always had fun bickering playfully. Unlike many couples out there, they hadn't had a single serious argument in their entire time together. She doubted they ever would.
A few moments after the meal was over, Andi sipped at her wine-glass, eying Drew over the candlelight with a wry expression on her face. Drew sighed, closing his eyes a moment as he patted his stomach. He always ate too much when they had spaghetti. He blamed it on Andi since she insisted on having seconds and required that he do so, as well.
Opening his eyes again, Drew noticed that Andi had moved away from the table. Her feminine hips swayed as she slowly walked away from the table, her over-the-shoulder glance quite the loaded, wordless invitation.
Drew grinned, getting up from the table. He loved Andi's desserts. Tonight wasn't any different.
Let's see just how flexible you are, hmm? Drew hurried after her.
With a giggle, she lured him into the bedroom.
Dessert was had. Repeatedly.