Sizzling, sizzling...
The ribeye steak crackles as I flip it, releasing an intoxicating aroma of seared beef and rich fat into the air. The crust is perfect—golden brown, crisp beneath the brush of my tongs.
Next, I toss in a stick of butter, watching as it lts into a glistening pool of golden decadence. It bubbles and swirls, fusing with the steak's juices to create liquid perfection. Grabbing a spoon, I tilt the pan and begin basting—scooping the hot, velvety butter and drizzling it over the at, again and again, letting it seep into every crevice. The sizzling grows louder, the aroma thick and indulgent.
After a few more monts, it's done.
I carefully place the steak aside to rest, but my work isn't over yet. The sauce.
Using the leftover pan juices, I start crafting the best steak sauce ever. A splash of red wine hits the pan with a dramatic sizzle—
SZZZT!
A cloud of rich, savory steam rises, carrying the scent of caralized goodness. The wine deglazes the pan, extracting every bit of flavorful residue left behind by the at. I stir it slowly, watching as it reduces into a thick, velvety perfection—the final touch to this masterpiece.
Finally, the steak has rested long enough. The mont of truth.
I grab my knife, hovering over the glistening slab of beef, my heart racing with anticipation. The blade sinks in effortlessly, parting the tender at to reveal—
Uwooooooohh!!!
A perfect dium-rare. The center is a gorgeous pink, juicy and rich, the fat shimring like molten gold. With every cut, more juices spill onto the plate, teasing my senses, making my stomach growl.
But I resist the urge to dive in.
She'll be ho any mont now.
I just need to wait a little bit longer.
And then—right on cue—the front door creaks open.
My ears perk up. My heart leaps.
Dropping everything, I rush out of the kitchen, eyes lighting up the mont I see her. The instant Eris steps inside, the whole room feels warr, brighter.
"Honey, I'm ho," she calls, her voice rich with amusent.
"Yes, welco ho!" I giggle, beaming at her.
—————
Oh my...
Eris looks incredible.
She stands in the doorway, frad by the dim evening light, dressed sharply in a tailored black suit and pants. The crisp fabric clings perfectly to her toned fra, exuding an effortless authority. Her long, dark hair cascades over her shoulders like liquid silk, and the glasses perched elegantly on her nose add an extra touch of sophistication.
Too perfect. Too stunning. Too dangerously attractive.
I swallow hard, my heart doing frantic flips as I step forward to help her out of her vest. My fingers brush against the cool fabric, but it's her scent that truly sends spiraling—fresh, intoxicating, like the night air after a storm. It's laced with a hint of her signature cologne, uniquely her.
I'm drowning in it.
Snap out of it, Felicia! Focus!
"Hmmm?" Eris sniffs the air, her sharp blue eyes flickering with curiosity. "Is that... steak?"
"Hehe! Yeah! A 24 oz ribeye, dium-rare!" I chirp, forcing my excitent to override the dangerous warmth creeping into my cheeks.
"Oooh, I can't wait," she purrs, a slow, mischievous grin spreading across her lips.
I nod quickly, eager to escape the tension. "Alright, I'll go finish—"
Thud!
Before I can take a step, she grabs .
I barely have ti to react before my back collides with the wall, a soft gasp escaping my lips. Eris is right there, pressing in close, her body just inches from mine. Her hand pins effortlessly, her intense gaze locking onto mine.
My breath catches.
I can't move.
I don't want to move.
She tilts my chin up with her free hand, forcing to et her gaze.
My heartbeat is thunderous, deafening, pounding so hard I can hear it in my ears.
"D-darling, t-the dinner... Aren't you hungry?" I stamr, my voice weak, breathless.
But instead of answering, she leans in, closer, closer, until her lips brush against my ear. Soft. Barely there.
Then—a nip.
"Nyaaa!!!"
A sharp jolt of electricity shoots down my spine, my knees threatening to buckle.
But Eris isn't done.
Her hand slides beneath my shirt, fingers ghosting over my stomach, teasing, exploring. The heat of her touch sears my skin, leaving a trail of fire as she slowly—agonizingly slowly—moves higher, until...
A single stroke against my sensitive nipple sends shockwaves through .
"Ahh... Eris..." I gasp, my voice a soft, helpless plea.
A dangerous glint flashes in her eyes.
Her lips trail along my neck, leaving behind hot, lingering kisses, each one stealing more of my sanity. anwhile, her other hand tightens around my wrist, pinning completely. I'm trapped beneath her—helpless, trembling, completely at her rcy.
I try to protest, my last shred of logic screaming at .
"D-darling... The food! It'll get cold!"
Her response is a whisper against my skin.
"Then... let it be cold."
Her fingers roll over my nipple, slow, deliberate, torturous. A deep shiver racks my body, a moan slipping from my lips before I can stop it.
And then—her lips crash against mine.
The kiss is fierce, demanding, her tongue claiming with an intensity that sends my mind spiraling. She devours , teasing, coaxing, commanding, as her hand continues its relentless assault.
Mmmmmhhhh~~!!!
I lt into her, my body writhing as waves of pleasure flood every inch of . I can't resist, can't fight back—not that I want to.
Mmmmh!
I gasp for air, but she swallows every sound, refusing to let go. Her tongue tangles with mine, her lips pressing harder, deeper, and I—
Wait.
Sothing's off.
I blink, my brain struggling to push through the intoxicating haze.
"E-Eris?" I mumble against her lips, pulling back slightly.
"What's wrong?" she murmurs, eyes half-lidded with heat.
"D-did you... eat bacon on the way ho?"
She blinks. "Bacon? No, why?"
"Because..." I hesitate, feeling ridiculously silly. "Your lips... they taste like bacon."
Silence.
And then—
I wake up.
My eyes fly open to the sight of a single, crispy strip of bacon dangling in front of my face.
.......
"Hehe! Wakey, wakey! The early cat gets the bacon!"
Eris giggles, waving a crispy strip of bacon in front of my face like a playful temptress.
I blink, my mind still groggy, struggling to separate fantasy from reality.
A dream.
It was just a dream.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!"
I let out a dramatic wail and bury my face in the pillow, kicking my legs like a defeated kitten.
"NYAAARRRAAAAAAHHH!!!"
anwhile, Eris just laughs—completely oblivious to the emotional turmoil she's caused.
"Alright then, it's mine!" she chirps, popping the bacon into her mouth without a second thought.
I peek up from my pillow, betrayed.
That was MY bacon!
But before I can launch a full-fledged protest, she stretches, yawns, and ruffles my already ssy bed hair.
"Co on, Felicia. Get up. We're heading to the Guild today to get your ID!"
Oh.
Right.
I jolt awake.
The Guild. My ID. My official docuntation in this world!
Suddenly, my dream is forgotten.
It's ti to face reality.
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