Red Writing Hood: Breakfast In Bed

WOE Prompt:  Four hundred words or less, fiction or creative non-fiction, linked up on Friday morning’s post, based on the following definition of  flavor: A substance used to alter or enhance the taste of food or drink.  This is a continuation of previous writing.


There is absolutely nothing like breakfast in bed,  Zenna thought, smiling to herself.  She paused in the doorway.

Boone was splayed out on his stomach, his head burrowed underneath his pillow, snoring softly.  The sheets had fallen on the floor at some point, giving Zenna the opportunity to openly stare at his sleekly muscled body.  She smiled as she sat the tray down gently on the bed.  Boone's breathing did not change. Good.

Climbing on the bed, she made her way slowly up until she was settled between Boone's legs with her upper body resting on his backside. She reached over and grabbed a still hot waffle from the tray, and gently placed it on the small of his back.  A sharp intake of breath let her know that he was awake, but he did not move a muscle. Zenna smiled.  She added butter, then drizzled maple syrup over the waffle. She watched as it slowly dripped onto Boone's smooth skin and started to slip toward a hip.  A muffled moan drifted toward her as she moved to lick the syrup off of that smooth skin.

Zenna paused to inhale the aroma of the waffle and the syrup.  Underneath, she could smell the familiar but indefinable scent of her husband, the barest hint of cinnamon and nutmeg emanating from his skin.

It was without a doubt best waffle she had ever eaten.





NOTE: Yes, this is a bit racy, but you've gotta go where the muse takes you.  Now, if you'll excuse me, I need to take a cold shower.