The Kenji Experience
By Misha
Disclaimer- Not mine. I’m just borrowing them for a little while and will return them when I am finished.
Author’s Notes- I finished the January Challenge! Finally. This is the final entry, Day 30: Breakfast in Bed. I also need to thank M for sending me instagram videos of Arthur Nory cooking to help inspire me. This is set some point in Book 1.
Rating- PG
Pairing- Kenji/MC
Summary- Kenji cooks Sarah breakfast in bed.
Words- 498
I woke up to the sound of music and movement coming from my kitchen, which also alerted me to the fact that I was alone in my bed when I had not gone to sleep alone. Was Kenji in my kitchen for some reason?
I glanced at the clock, it wasn’t even 8 a.m yet, so still early for a Sunday morning, especially since Kenji and I had been at The Grand until close. I sighed and grabbed some clothes and then headed out to the kitchen to explore the news and hopefully find Kenji.
I paused in the doorway, enjoying the sight of Kenji in nothing but his boxers, listening to music and standing in front of the stove.
“Isn’t it kind of dangerous to cook half-naked?”
Kenji turned to look at me. “I can always Talos myself if need be.”
I laughed. “There is that.”
I stepped closer but Kenji shook his head and waved me away. “Nope, go back to the bedroom.”
“Are you kicking me out of my own kitchen?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I am,” he confirmed, “I’m making you breakfast in bed, darlin’, and for that to happen, you need to be in bed.”
“Aren’t you romantic,” I commented with a smile.
“It’s part of my charm,” Kenji told me, “now shoo.”
I rolled my eyes but did as I was told. I settled back in my bed and grabbed my phone and answered a few messages and e-mails while I waited.
After a few minutes, Kenji entered with a tray I hadn’t even realized I owned. “Tada,” he said, presenting it to me.
“This looks amazing,” I told him honestly, taking in the French Toast, bacon, and eggs on the plate. “Thank you.”
“It’s part of the Kenji experience,” he teased.
I rolled my eyes, “just for that comment, I won’t share.”
He pouted, “really?”
“No,” I told him, “I’ll share, especially since you also remembered to make me coffee.”
Kenji settled in the bed next to me, the tray balanced carefully over my legs.
“Where did you get the tray?” I asked curiously.
Kenji blushed. “I brought it from home, it was in my overnight bag.”
I leaned over and kissed him, careful not to disturb the tray. “What did I do to deserve you?”
“You’re you,” Kenji told me, brushing a lock of hair out of my face, “you are the most extraordinary person I’ve ever met and you make me want to go the extra mile.” He pulled back, leaning against the pillows. “Now eat up and then I’ll treat you to the rest of the Kenji experience.”
I rolled my eyes. “Will you now?”
He just grinned, helping himself to some of the eggs. I did the same, feeling completely and perfectly content. This was a really great way to start the morning and I had a feeling it was just going to get better, even if I wouldn’t say that part out loud just yet.
- End
