I let out a small laugh at the memory and she said, “what?”

“Nothing, just remembering something,” I said guiding her into the kitchen.

“Oh come on,” Bette said, “what was it?”

“Well,” I said, “I just remembered your reaction when your food had burned, you know, that one time.”

Bette laughed and said, “yeah, Angie and I had takeout.”

“Sorry,” I said putting her hand into the water, washing them.

“Trust me Tina,” Bette said huskily, “you have nothing to apologize for.”

I took in a staggering breath and dried her hands with a towel. “What do you need?” I said changing the subject, trying to distract myself.

“I need meat, tomatoes, onions, and garlic,” Bette said.

“Okay,” I said taking out the materials, “we’re gonna season the meat first right?”

“Yeah, get the meat powder, salt, cinnamon, and pepper,” Bette said.

I smiled as I grabbed the things, knowing that she wouldn’t be giving me orders soon enough. “Where’s the plates?” Bette said waving her arms around.

“To your right, baby,” I answered.

Bette swung to her right slowly and opened the cabinet. She felt around until she found the plate she was looking for then moved slowly toward the counter. I grabbed her arm and led her to the counter. She felt around for the meat then put it on the plate. “Hand me the meat powder please,” she said politely.

I handed it to her and she applied it on the meat, she tried to blend it together but I could tell she was having difficulty. I smiled at her effort then went to the sink to wash my hands. Once clean, I moved up behind Bette and pressed my breasts against her back. I heard her sharp intake of breath as I snaked my arms over hers and guide her hands to blend the seasoning into the meat. We work together, putting in the salt, pepper, and cinnamon. In the same position, I guide her hand properly to cut up the onions, tomatoes, and garlic.

I guide her over to the stove where she starts to grill the meat along with the onions. I stand behind her, guiding her so she wouldn’t burn herself or put in the wrong seasoning. She adds in the garlic and the tomatoes, a sizzling sound filling the room, and a delicious aroma filling my senses. I loved how she was reacting to my soft touches.