February 4a,  2004

      i had a knife in my hand.  Okay, so it was only a kitchen knife, but rather pointy and i also had a fork and a spoon.  i was putting dishes away and we were chatting - me moving back and forth from the dishwasher, Himself seated on the small chair that we keep in the kitchen for Him.  

     (He really wants a large black leather lazy-boy recliner - somehow i've yet to figure out how to include it in the 9 foot x 13 foot kitchen that already houses two cabinets, a huge fridge, and an L-shaped work area complete with dishwasher, sink and stove.)

      i turned to say something, and He jerked, startled by the utensils in my hand that had come too close to His body.  i laughed because i knew i was not close enough to have had an accident.  But somehow it all became "a moment". 

      i leaned in to Him, and He continued to eyeball the knife.  i mumbled something about i was being careful and look, it's pointed away.  

      And i said i needed more D/s.  

      i don't remember the exact words actually.  We were both laughing because of the sudden-ness of it all.  i mumbled something about how i keep expecting things to happen - hoping they happen.  Like when just then - He'd left the room, then returned from going upstairs - He had said He'd be right back - and i kept thinking that maybe He'd gone to get the daycuffs. 

     "But then you came downstairs without them," i said.  "And i just felt like..."  And i let my shoulders slump.  But i was still being silly and playful.  

      i slid down to my knees.  "i'm begging now.  (ignore the knife)  Pleeeeassseeeee...... can we have more D/s.  (ignore that knife!)  i need you to tell me what to do! Pleeeeasseeeeeeeeee!"  

      Of course by this point i had my face practically smushed into His and i'm sure that i was cross-eyed.  We were both laughing.

      He nodded in agreement - laughing all the while and still eyeballing the knife - and i (as gracefully as i could and i didn't succeed well) rose to my feet.  Eh, it's painful to be on one's knees on a hardwood floor.  i grumbled something about that and He said "bet you are glad that kneeling is not the first thing I tell you to do."  Then He said, "go get your cuffs."

      So we had a pleasant evening and i went back to believing that He'd be too busy to do much more.  Until this morning.

      In the darkness of that time that happens just before it's really a new day, i was pulled awake by Him.  A hand in my hair, a hand on my breast.  Rolled onto my back and thighs pushed apart. Round wrapped by the long length of a hard body against my softer fullness.

      Then later, in that timeless zone, a hand rested against my neck, fingers curved in possession.

      And so my day started.

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