Crawling Into Bed With DC Juris and a Good Book
Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
They're cotton, actually, but only because I haven't gotten around to going online to buy silk ones. I do prefer silk.
What are you wearing?
::grins:: Boxer briefs and a tank top.
What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Ew! No snacking in my bed. Snacking leads to crumbs.
If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
The top one has a notebook, some ChapStick and other random crap I throw in. The second one has mittens and socks. The bottom on is empty. ::shrugs:: All the good stuff is over in the BDSM cabinet!
Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
Both. Depends on how cold it is. I prefer the room to be down right freezing all year round, so on those nights, I'm a burrito. But if I can't get the right temperature, I'll definitely kick them off.
Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Hell no! LOL :-P
When his good friend Julius dies unexpectedly, Marcus finds himself saddled with a new submissive–Charlie. But Charlie comes with a history, and more pain and need than Marcus has ever encountered. Marcus knows he loves Charlie, and Charlie loves him, but Marcus must set aside his old theories about BDSM and relearn the ropes if he wants to be the Dom—and the lover—they both need.
Charlie pushed his breakfast around on his plate, tapping his fork against the edge of the white china and frowning.
"Is there a problem with your eggs?" Marcus asked. He’d followed Julius’s recipe exactly, right down to the Roma tomatoes and fresh parsley. Since Julius’s death, Marcus had tried hard to keep life normal for Charlie—to show him that nothing had changed. God knew Charlie had been abandoned—physically and emotionally—too much in his life. The fact that Marcus and Julius were polar opposites when it came to how they treated their subs had been jarring enough.
Marcus had painstakingly cataloged the contents of Julius’s food cupboard and stocked his own with the same items, going across town for some things. He had even gone so far as to bring some of Julius’s art pieces to his house so Charlie would have something familiar to look at, though he had to admit, he hated the brightly colored, chaotic abstract pieces. Although more than a few other Doms had warned Marcus that keeping things status quo was the wrong tactic.
"No." Charlie shook his head quickly. "They’re perfect. Thank you for cooking them."
Marcus nodded. Cooking. Another thing he’d had to learn. They’d realized quickly that, unlike Marcus, Charlie’s temperamental stomach simply couldn’t handle eating out for every meal. If Marcus didn’t want Charlie to starve, one of them needed to cook, and Charlie was far too timid and scatterbrained in the kitchen.
"May I speak to you man-to-man, not sub to Dom for a minute, please?" Charlie asked.
Man-to-man. A phrase Charlie had picked up from Julius. "You may."
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