I could feel his presence even though I couldn't hear him or feel him. His husky male scent always alerted me to the possibility of danger, excitement and .... a quick peck on the cheek.
But no, today was a bit different. He lingered, sniffing me in avidly and I paused, fingers lifted off the keyboard in mid sentence as I became aware of his aftershave, minty-fresh breath cooling on my neck ----
---- as he started rubbing my shoulders.
"Oooh," I sighed rapturously, "This is an unexpected bonus for 7am, Love Chunks."
His strong, confident hands started kneading, expertly moving down lower and lower until ----
----- "HEY! You're not massaging me, you're wiping your hands on my bathrobe!"
Skipping out of the room he called out, "Well it is made of towelling."
I should have known. It was coming from the same guy, who, back in our Flemington flat in 1994, wiped his wet-but-washed hands on my not-quite-awake face and said, "Dontcha just hate it when you accidentally piss on your fingers?"
I married him less than a year later.
12 comments:
At first I thought you were dreaming, then I thought maybe you were reading a steamy novel, but no, it was just LC, being a typical Aussie male. Ha Ha.
Love it.
Like a variation on my favourite pub prank: return from dunnies with wet mits, shake someone's hands with appropriate enthusiasm and while complaining bitterly about the water being turned off in the loos.
Yep. 'Steamy' would have to be the most terrifying type of writing to attempt in my opinion, especially if stone cold sober.
Yes Franzy, or rub your hands over the bartender's face, slip your fingers suggestively inside his mouth and then lean in and whisper, "There's no toilet paper in the ladies' loos."
Oh Kath, you only have yourself to blame! (Or congratulate!)
I've never done something is immature as that to Margo...
*looks guilty*
Believe me?
I'm coming to Australia and buying that man a pint.
But only after I've drunk Baino under the table first...
Word verification: extra
Delamere, oh why am I to blame? (deep, dramatic sigh and sad-looking eyes) - For hoping? For trusting? For loving?????
No Benjamin dearest, I do not. Are you brave enough to put in a blog about it amongst your more serious topics??
Any time Terence, any time. But you have to kiss our rabbit on the lips first; it's a social and moral obligation.
Great fun I laughed till I had tears my husband dose thing like that a thanks
As soon as I read that I knew Franzy would love it...yes, he has a similar style of 'comedy'...ps just as an aside here, CF is having a few problems digesting mum's breastfed milk so the doctor has advised me to cut all dairy, eggs, nuts and soy from my diet. No sweat about the soy, but no dairy means NO CHOCOLATE for at least six weeks. If anyone can understand this torture, it's you, Kath! Motherhood requires much more sacrifice than I ever could have imagined...
word verification: car goat.
"No Benjamin dearest, I do not. Are you brave enough to put in a blog about it amongst your more serious topics??"
Hehe. I might :P
Thanks Myra - reducing someone to tears is usually a bad thing....
Mele - you CAN have chocolate, take heart! If you go for dark chocolate it doesn't have milk in it! Hell, at this most intense time of your life you need chocolate!
Go on Benjamin, I dare you!
Haha! Love it. Note to self, don't buy towelling dressing gown. Actually I thought 'he' was going to turn out to be Milly given her new dental hygiene routine!
@McDanger yer all talk my man! Had an Irishman here in January and he couldn't keep up the pace! Drank too fast and hit the deck. It's all in the timing! C'mon . . I dare you!
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