Saturday, December 24, 2011

The Kitchen

Alex was in his kitchen. Michael was at a meeting. Luna was avoiding Asa and needed a place to hide. She knocked on Alex’s door.

He answered in jeans and a button-up shirt that wasn’t tucked in or buttoned up. Luna followed him into the kitchen. She noticed a clean wooden spoon in his back pocket. It held up the bottom of his shirt and showed off his ass.

The aroma of sugar filled her nose on the way to the kitchen. It dissolved in butter on the stove. Alex took his place in front of it and stirred, but not with the spoon in his pocket.

Luna sat at the island and watched him from behind. She asked him a thousand questions. He answered them.

After a while, he decided it was his turn.

“Do you like to cook, sweetheart?”

“I‘m not allowed to,” she said.

“Why not?”

“I’m not supposed to play with knives.”

Alex knew why but he didn’t want to talk about her past.

“You wouldn’t be playing with them, you would be using them.”

Luna snickered.

“Oh, I’m definitely not supposed to use them. That’s for sure!”

Alex dropped the subject.

The room fell silent. Luna stared at the spoon in his pocket.

He watched her from corner of his eye.

“So, are you glad to have Michael back?”

“Yes?” she answered with a question mark.

Alex looked over.

Luna sighed.

“He’s not very happy about the whole… garage incident,” she explained.

“I heard about that, sweetheart. What were you thinking?”

Luna gave him a dirty look.

“Asa’s a jerk. I couldn’t help it,” she said.

“Have you seen him since?”


“Are you worried about it?”


“Is that why you’re here?”

She nodded.

“What do you think he’ll do?”

Luna had a good idea but she didn’t want to share that information.

“I don’t know,” she said.

Alex turned off the stove and poured the confection into a pan. Luna jumped up for a taste.

She stuck out her finger to catch the drizzle. He smacked her hand with the wooden spoon from his back pocket.

“You know better than that,” he said.

Alex stuck the spoon back in his pocket and continued to pour. Luna tried her luck again. He smacked her harder this time and pointed the spoon at her before putting it back.

“Knock it off!” he said.

Alex set the sheet of candy in the fridge. Luna complained. She wanted something sweet to eat. He put out a plate of cookies.

She took one and removed the icing with her finger, then shoved both the cookie and the icing in her mouth. Alex took the opportunity to talk.

“I’m concerned about your situation with Asa. I want to give you a key to my office, in case you need a place to hide.”

He reached in his pocket and set a key on the counter. She went to take it, he smacked her hand with the spoon.

Luna wanted to complain but couldn’t with her mouth full. Alex pulled out a second key.

“This one is for here.”

Luna about choked. She liked the idea of having access to his place again. He set the key beside the other one.

“Listen up sweetheart. Don’t abuse the privilege or I‘ll have the locks changed, again. Don’t steal or destroy anything of mine either, again. Understood?”

Luna nodded yes! He motioned for her to take the keys but now she didn’t dare. She stuck her hands under her arms.

Alex smiled. He picked up the keys and offered them again. She smiled and took them.

Luna slipped the keys down the front of her dress. He gave her a disappointed look.

“Why don’t you carry a purse?”

“...because it wouldn't fit down there.”

Alex looked at her odd. Luna giggled.

A knock on the door interrupted them. Luna thought for sure it was Asa. She grabbed a cookie and smeared icing across her cheek. She took another one and wiped it down her nose. She wanted to make him jealous. Alex caught on and scolded her.

“Bad idea, sweetheart.”

Luna went to answer the door but it wasn’t Asa. It was Michael and he didn’t like the food on her face. She could tell and started to wipe it off.

“What the fuck is going on here. I told you to stay home.”

“I’m sorry,” she said.

Michael looked at Alex. He apologized for the inconvenience, then he took her home.

Alex shut the door and went back to the kitchen. He set the wooden spoon on the counter then buttoned up his shirt. He smiled, undid his pants and tucked it in.

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