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Are You Sure This Isn't Rotten, Walter?
by Amazon X
Blue Ridge Mountains
Manassas, Virginia
I love my husband. He's gotten even better looking since he's grown
in his beard. Not just the goatee he would sport in the winter, but
a full beard. It makes the lack of hair on his head seem sexier, as
if it wasn't sexy without the facial hair. But the stink is getting
to me.
"Walter, what the fuck are you cooking?" I ask.
"Oh, this is a treat! I got a care package from Sharon's sister by
FedEx today. I talked to her on the phone a while ago and told her
how I missed Sharon's Italian cooking. So, Maria sent me a some good
stuff."
Sharon was half-Italian. Walter told me about how well she cooked.
She taught him early in their marriage how to cook for her, in case
when she was pregnant and she couldn't, he could. Well, fat lot of
good that did. He kept threatening to cook this stuff for me. I
guess he came through.
"What...uh...whacha got there?" I ask tentatively. I hope itís
something I recognize.
"Escarole and pasta, with olive oil and garlic. Bacalao and tomatoes
and onions with bits of sweet sausage. Garlic bread and green salad.
We're gonna have a killer breath problem. But I like the smell of
garlic on your breath, in your skin. It's comforting."
"Baca...what the fuck?"
He starts to laugh. He's fucking laughing at me. "It's dried,
salted cod. I soaked it and it's made into a soup. The soup is
kinda salty. You'll like all this, trust me. Go wash up for
dinner."
"Are you sure is isn't rotten?"
"Go!"
I go into the living room and shed my coat. I dutifully wash my
hands and face as I'm told and reluctantly return to the kitchen.
He's dished these limp, watery green leaves into a bowl that has some
broken pieces of spaghetti in it. The juice around it has a green
tint with globs of oil floating on top and hunks of garlic are
nestled in it. I'm sure my face is as green as my dinner.
Sitting across from Walter I watch as he sprinkles some Romano cheese
on top. He uses his fork to scoop some up and takes a mouthful. The
green fluid is running down his chin and he smiles as he wipes it up.
OK, damn it, here goes.
I scoop a medium forkful into my mouth and chew. A huge hunk of
garlic bursts and it mingles with the bitter greens and the sweet
pasta. Shit, this is good. Not too much of...anything. Even the
robust cheese is a welcome addition. I take another mouthful, then
another until, all too soon, the bowl is empty. Walter is smiling at
me as I look up at him.
"Well, I see you liked that. There's more if you want."
"No, let's get to the soup. If it smells as bad as this, I'm sure
it's delicious!" Walter laughs again and puts the bowl down in front
of me. It smells horrific! I watch as he sprinkles more cheese on
the soup and cracks fresh pepper on it. I do the same and wait
until he eats again. The pleasure spreads across his features as he
chews and swallows with the look of bliss on his face. He takes a
bite of garlic bread. I follow and scoop a spoon of the soup. The
stench is starting to turn my stomach. Maybe this wasn't such a good
idea.
I gather my courage to push the spoon into my mouth and start
chewing. The overwhelming saltiness is the first thing that gets me.
I know my face is screwed up into a grimace that is probably hurting
his feelings beyond anything I've done before. The chunks of fish
are tender, as are the vegetables, but for some reason, this all
tastes as if it's rotten. It tastes as if it's all gone bad and no
one told him. I open my eyes to see him looking at me, hurt covering
his face like a dark shadow. I swallow.
"The taste is...unique. Walter, I...um...I wasn't prepared."
"You don't like it, do you?"
I take a deep breath. I can't lie to him, I love him too much for
that. "No, not very much, actually. I'm sorry. Does the taste grow
on you or something?"
He takes a deep breath and lets it go slowly. He gets up and takes
the bowl away from me to replace it with a bowl of salad that looks
very good. I eat that with enthusiasm, as well as his amazing garlic
bread. I look at him while he's finishing.
"I'll cook for you tomorrow, Walter, I promise. And I'll make it up
to you tonight. Another promise."
He knows I'll deliver and smiles through his pout. I love when my
husband pouts, but when he's being sexy, not when I've truly hurt his
feelings.
As we watch the hockey game on the sports channel that night, I
fidget with my wedding ring as I try to think of something he'll
like. I can only come up with one thing.
"Vlad, lemme go look something up on the computer. I'll be back
later."
He watches me carefully as I leave the room to go into den. The
computer is always on so I open a browser and begin my search. A few
bad pages later, I'm golden. After scanning my information, I close
the window and return to my man on the couch, just as the Rangers
sink another goal against his precious Penguins. Yeah, I love my
hockey.
The next evening, I hear him come into the house after working in the
woodshed, building a dresser for an online customer of ours. We
decided it would make the best sense to open our business to the
internet and with a good friend in the post office, we can get all of
our shipping needs taken care of easily. He calls to me that he's
going to shower off quickly before joining me in the kitchen, so I
start dinner. This is an easy one and it doesn't take long to cook.
When he walks into the kitchen, I have dinner ready and served. He
sits at his place and looks at the table and smiles. "Sasha...what
did you make me?" His smile is gentle and I know he's happy with the
tangy, spicy aroma wafting up to him.
"Spiedies and salt potatoes. This is a central New York tradition.
There's salad and I got some Labatts, hang on."
I put the wooden bowl on the table, along with our beers and hold my
hands out for him to start. He's looking at the chunks of marinated
and fried chicken chunks, hoping to figure out the marinade, I guess.
He raises the sub-type sandwich to him mouth and takes a hearty
bite. His eyes close in pleasure. He likes it. He chews, swallows
and takes another huge bite. I start eating mine and soon, both out
sandwiches are gone. We tear through the salt potatoes, drowned in
butter and the salad is just great with lemon and garlic. We're so
full by the time we're done I can barely walk to the sink to wash the
dishes. But we get things cleaned up and make it back out into the
living room to lounge on the couch and neck.
He pulls away from me and looks at me, seriously. Then he pouts.
"Vlad...what's wrong?"
"I liked your dinner better than you liked mine."
I exhale loudly. Then we smile and take our necking to bed. Yeah,
my dinner was better, but his thanks are gonna be better than my make
up. I can't wait!
The end, for now
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walk into the house and the stench gets me first. I don't even put
the mail on the table by the door or take my jacket off before I walk
into the kitchen. It gets worse as I get closer to the door. My
husband is standing in the kitchen, apron around his waist that says,
"Fuck the cook...hard!" with a smiley on it that has an evil grin.
He turns to me and smiles.
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Title: Compromised, Part I
Author: Amazon X E-mail: yankeestarbuck@yahoo.com Website: http://yankeestarbuck.tripod.com Feedback: Yes, please, if you want. Category: Slash, Sk/K, sorta-non-con, angst Spoilers: Just about everything except that part of the episode that didn't happen, cuz, duh, then this wouldn't happen. So that part never happened. OK? Rating: NC-17 Summary: Walter thinks its blackmail, when really it's not what it seems. Archive: Anywhere, just ask and tell me where it's going. Disclaimer: Not mine, but you've killed almost all the folks involved at least once, so you can't want them so much! Notes: You may think that Walter doesn't want to do this, but he told me he did. So Alex isn't that bad. This came to me out of nowhere and I just wanted to do it. Period, nyah! Author's Notes: This was originally going to get posted as just a story, but I heard that we were doing something special for my crazy Aunt Ursula, and I knew I had to give this to her. She was so sweet to give me "Just the Good Parts" for my birthday. So I knew that she deserved this. I'm actually really proud of this. And I'm happy to dedicate this to Ursula for her birthday. Thank you, especially, to Erynn, for the beta. I know it's a better story for your suggestions. I hope everyone enjoys it! |
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