This is it. We're moving in to our new house today. Perfect timing really. Today marks 4 years of dating. 4 wonderful, crazy, and at times, annoying years of dating Scott. Not exactly how I planned on celebrating, but I'll take it. We'd been living in our cramped apartment for so many years, we finally decided to take the plunge, which was good. Momma needs her space, like a walk in closet. Since moving and unpacking wasn't exactly how I wanted to celebrate, I decided to do a few things for Scott today. We all know I'm no manly man like Scott, so I figured when he's done with all the moving of the boxes he deserves a nice, special treat. First being me cooking his favorite meal. He loves when I cook for him, and I love doing it. I have Kirstie out grocery shopping for me while I help unpack some things around the house. I rented a movie, so we could relax after the meal. Then comes the fun part. He's obviously going to need a massage after all that hard work he did, and boy am I more than willing to give him an all over one. And hopefully with not so much luck, that'll lead to where I'm wanting it to go. Let me tell you, Scott working up a sweat lifting those boxes, his biceps, yum. Momma wants a bite.

"Babe, are you gonna stand there and daydream or help me with this shit? What's going through that mind of yours anyway?"

"Oh, no where appropriate. Where does this box go?" I asked while take it out of his hands.

"Living room. Seriously, we're moving and you're thinking about that?"

"Oh please, don't tell me you haven't thought about christening every room in this house."

"Well, you got me there." He winked.

        Thankfully Kirstie showed up right at that moment with all my goodies for dinner, and for after dinner.

"You owe me BIG time. The things I had to buy for you. Can you just picture the looks of the cashiers' faces when I bought all that body oil and lube? Seriously Mitch. And don't even get me started on the mental images I'm getting of my two best friends. Gross."

        I'm fairly certain she said all of that in one breathe while handing me my bags, and all while I was laughing like an idiot.

"What's all the laughing about Mitch? Oh hey Kirstie! Come on in, I'll show you around the new place!" Scott walked past me to the door gesturing Kirstie to come in.

        Kirstie put her hands up in defense and started to walk towards her car. "Oh no. I'm out. I do not want to be near this house tonight. Your poor neighbors."

"Thanks KK. I owe you."

"Damn straight you do."

        Scott shut the front door as we made our way around the boxes and into the kitchen.

"What was that all about? And what's in the bags? Is it food? I'm starving."

"Hold your horses buddy. Don't worry about Kirstie. Yes, there's food in the bag, but you have to wait. Momma's cooking tonight. But first things first. I love you, but you stink. Go shower, and relax, I'll start on dinner."

"You know I love it when momma cooks. Okay, I'll be back." I gave him a kiss and shooed him up to our bathroom.

        I made sure to hide the essentials for later and got started on cooking. I was about half way through when I heard Scott running down the stairs practically moaning over how good the food smelled. I paid him no mind as I kept on cooking, not even hearing him when he crept up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.

"What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing idiot? I'm cooking you dinner. More importantly, what are you doing? And where the hell are your clothes? Scotttt you're all wet!" At this point I had to put down the knife, this was a bit too distracting for me.

"Anything you want. And don't worry about cooking, that's not exactly what I'm in the mood for for dinner." He replied, working his kisses down to my collar bone.

"Fuck it, I'm not in the mood for this now either."

               He loosened his grip enough so I could turn around in his arms to kiss him back. I grabbed what was just bought today for later, while working our way through the unpacked, destroyed house. How we didn't trip over anything is beyond me.

        Let's just say, both of our appetites for dinner were very, thoroughly met that night. Kirstie was right, our poor neighbors.