Shiki's Cooking

On my way home from work I get a message from Shiki. She says she has something new waiting for me at home tonight but she wants it to be surprise. I'm ecstatic. After she graduated we moved in together and ever since Shiki's been investing herself in cooking. It all started when I complimented her on her spaghetti and her beef-stuffed tomatoes. Ever since she's been trying to one-up herself and swimming in my praises.

 

She even went as far as to borrow some recipes and cookbook from one of her old friends. I've been eating like royalty ever since. There was her Wafu Hambagu that I slurped down, the beef rolls which I don't even remember chewing, her crispy Korokke and even some fried chicken that me licking my fingers like some kind of madman. She'd giggle at my overly enthusiastic reactions to all of her meals.

 

If this keeps up I'm going to have to start hitting the gym hard. Shiki's started teasing me every night in bed by pinching my tummy. Even my co-workers have started to notice. Although that could just be the big, dumb grin on my face every time our shift starts to come to an end. I don't know what she's making tonight although she said she won't be needing her friends recipes. What I do know is I need more of this woman and definitely more of her food.

 

I fight to get my keys in the door and race inside. The scent hits me immediately and I'm already salivating. I rush to the kitchen and find Shiki in the middle of all the heat. There's a gentle layer of perspiration on her milky skin and her blonde hair is a little ruffled. She perks up when she sees me, and pets her hair back into shape. She's still so excited to show off her latest creation that she doesn't notice the tomato-patterned apron slipping down her shoulder.

 

"Welcome home, hubby" She chirps.

 

I open the collar on my shirt and prepare for the next mouth-watering dish. "So you said you had a surprise for me."

 

"Easy tiger, you're supposed to say hello and kiss me first."

 

I was so excited I almost forgot the best part of living together. I walk behind her and hug from behind, planting a kiss on her cheek then her lips when she turns to face me. "Hello sweetie."

 

"Better." She purrs.

 

I hold her as she shows me what awaits me at the dinner table. She opens the lid on the pot and I can smell the soup base and from the steam I see stuffed cabbage rolls. My eyes light up and I can tell Shiki is amused by my reaction. She then reaches over to a bottle of Pinot Noir to serve with them. She even takes one of the rolls out and cuts me a piece. She feeds it to me over her shoulder. I hold her even more tightly and she wriggles against me.

 

"You like it, huh?" She chuckles. "So then, darling, what will you have first: a dinner, bath or me?"

 

She's joking. Shiki has always enjoyed my daggy sense of humor. Still the cabbage rolls aren't the only thing that smell nice. I reach down to her tummy and start tickling. I can feel her sides shaking as she laughs and squeals.

 

"I think I'll have you!"

 

Shiki kicks and scrambles about as she squeaks and giggles "Hey! No! Mercy! Stop tickling me! Quit it!"

 

I finally relent and let her catch her breath. She looks back at me and the water in her burgandy eyes makes them glisten and her panting breath brings out something in me. I lean in and kiss her. She tastes good too. I kiss her again, savouring her lips and letting our tongues meet briefly. Holding her like this makes me realise that the cooking is all well and good but the real surprise is right here.

 

I think I'll have her.