Sam and Cat: Pancakes – Fiction

So sweet.

Sam and Cat

Meet Sam and Cat. This is a new fiction series I hope to dabble in over time. It’s based on a fantasy and, well, my brain. As in, my brain has lots of fun some days. Sam is this super sexy older gent (like barely fifty) and Cat is this thirties something gal who has a thing for Sam, but Sam doesn’t want to settle down….. Which you will be shaking your head when you read the short piece below.  There is no order to the stories; in fact, the story below is in the future, so just bear with me. I’m rambling out little pieces that interest me.  A little piece of a May/December romance that has been flirting with my mind for a couple months now. Sometime I’ll actually introduce these two properly with their introductory story, but for now, enjoy.

The scent of pancakes lured Cat from the bedroom.  She belted her ivory satin robe as she padded barefoot over the wooden boards of the old farmhouse. She smiled softly as she spotted Sam, his back turned to her with a spatula in one hand, the other gloved in a potholder holding a platter of the fluffiest looking cakes Cat had ever seen.
She was slightly disgusted that he could look so sexy wearing just a black t-shirt and faded jeans. She noticed his feet were bare and she sighed as her heart pounded ever so slightly faster at the sight.

“Good morning, little girl,” Sam’s gravely voice said even though he didn’t turn around.

Cat plopped herself on one of the bar stools at the counter and rested her chin in her hands, thankful that she’d at least  brushed her hair and applied a bit of makeup. When a sexy man wakes you with the promise  he will make you pancakes because you are not a morning person, the least you can do is spruce up a touch.

“Good morning,” Cat answered.  “You know, I almost expected to come out and see you in this frilly apron or something,” she teased.

Sam turned and raised a dark brow in her direction.  “Watch it, sweetie.  These pancakes might get tossed by the wayside if I have to deal with you.”

Cat giggled, but didn’t say any more other than a ‘thank you’ when Sam slid a cup of steaming coffee towards her.  Well, okay, she did thank him a bit more properly with a kiss, but that didn’t require words. Kisses were much more satisfying than words could ever be.

As for the pancakes. Well they went by the wayside into the oven for a while, but they weren’t forgotten after a time.

Signing off

Kate

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