Madi and Cal: The Waffle Debate

A Micro Scene

Characters from Forever Home

 Kira Lorne

Madi pushed the screen door open with her hip, both arms wrapped around two bags of groceries, holding it that way until she could muscle through.

She was small, four foot ten, long auburn hair twisted into a loose bun. Still in her Waffle Hut uniform. Six weeks on that job and the novelty of it had worn off somewhere around week two. She was tired and she was hungry and those two things together made her a specific kind of dangerous.

"Cal!"

Nothing.

"CAL!"

Nothing.

She hauled both bags onto the counter with more force than necessary.

"Cal!"

"I'm here." He came around the corner from the hallway, voice still thick with sleep. "I was sleeping."

"How was your day?" he asked.

"Insane. Moonshine called in sick, so I covered half her section on top of mine." She started unloading the refrigerator side. "I'm dead."

Cal turned toward the hallway.

"Ummm. No." She didn't look up.

He stopped.

"Excuse me?"

"Cal. I'm hungry. I need food."

"So make yourself something."

She turned and looked at him with the specific flatness of a woman who has been on her feet for eight hours and is not negotiating. "Cal. No. Make me something. I'm tiny. I burn through calories like a furnace, it's a whole medical situation, make me food."

He laughed.

Turned again.

"CAL."

"Jesus." He turned back. "For something so small, you are SO loud."

"Make me dinner. Now. I need food."

"Okay, okay." He was already moving toward the refrigerator. "I've got sandwich stuff. I can do that in about two minutes."

From the hallway, already walking away: "Waffles."

He opened his mouth.

"But after."

Her Waffle Hut uniform came flying from the hallway, skidded across the kitchen floor, and came to rest at his feet.

He stared at it.

He didn't move.

He heard her feet, quick and light, coming back down the hall. Madi walked into the kitchen in nothing but a yellow g-string, pulled open the refrigerator, considered it briefly, closed it.

"Cal." She looked at him. "Bedroom. Now. Then waffles."

She was already heading back down the hall, grumbling to herself. "I swear to god, I have to do everything around here..."

He caught her in three steps. Picked her up from behind, arms around her waist, and she gasped and then laughed, a real one, surprised out of her.

"Put me down, Cal, I swear to god..."

He carried her to the bed. She squirmed free, turned, and stood looking at him with her hair half falling out of the bun and her chin up.

"Pants," she said.

He obliged.

She shimmied out of the g-string and flicked it across the room without watching where it landed, then lay back on the bed, one knee slightly raised, watching him with dark eyes.

"Better," she said. Then: "Oh. Okay. That's..." Her breath caught. "Yeah. Right there. Don't move."

Cal settled between her thighs, unhurried, one hand splayed low on her hip to hold her still, his mouth soft against the soft auburn above her center. She made a sound that was half curse and half something she'd never say out loud in daylight.

Madi pushed into his mouth, rocking her hips up against his tongue, slow at first and then not slow at all.

"Mmm. That's so..."

Cal stopped.

She lifted her head. "Excuse you. I was enjoying that."

He slid into her in one clean stroke.

"FUUUCK." The word came out stretched, her back arching off the bed as he pulled her up by the small of her back, her legs wrapping around his waist, heels digging into him like she was trying to keep him from going anywhere.

He pulled back and thrust again. Set a pace that left no room for argument.

"Cal. Slow down."

He did not slow down.

"Cal, I'm not... you're not... Jesus, just go, just..."

The sound she made was somewhere between a squeak and a moan, soft and girlish and completely involuntary, and she would have been embarrassed about it except that she lost the ability to think about anything at all for approximately fifteen seconds.

Cal felt her come around him and let go, once, twice, his whole body going still and heavy against hers.

He became aware, gradually, that she was biting his shoulder.

"Ow."

She released him.

"Sorry." She sounded genuinely puzzled by herself. "That sound I made. I don't know where that came from. I couldn't think of anything else to do so I just... bit."

"You bit me."

"Cal. I know. I just explained that it was necessary."

He pulled back and slid out of her. Rolled to his side and rubbed at the small mark on his shoulder, examining it with the expression of a man reassessing some life choices.

"It's a hickey," Madi said, completely unbothered. "It's cute."

"It's a bite mark. I just slept with a vampire."

"You'll live," she said. No apology. Not even a little one.

She leaned up and kissed him once, soft. "That was nice. You usually take longer. We should do these little quickies more often." She settled back against his chest. "That climax was top ten."

"You bit me," he said. He was smiling.

"Cal." Sweet voice. The one she deployed like a weapon.

"Honey."

"I'm hungry."

Silence.

"I want waffles."

He looked at her.

"I can't help it. I'm tiny. I burn a lot of calories." A beat. "Like a hummingbird."

She waited, perfectly still, with the patience of someone who had already decided this was happening and was simply allowing him time to arrive at the same conclusion.

Cal got up.

He made the waffles.

With butter. Lots of syrup.