Summary: While opening their coffee shop one morning, MC (Lydia) finds herself unable to break away from Zig.
The early morning sun had just barely begun to crest the horizon as Lydia unlocked the front door of the coffee shop and flipped on the open sign. The neon sign always reminded her a bit of a bug zapper, drawing in caffeine-deprived like a moth to an electric flame. However, she’d had to admit Zig had been right–the sign was much more visible than one just hanging in the window.
“Hey, Dia?” Zig’s voice called from back in the store room.
“Yeah?” she called back as she started pulling the chairs off the tables and setting them up to await the early risers.
“Can you come back here for a second?”
Lydia glanced hesitantly at the chairs still up on the tables but headed behind the counter.
“What is it?” she asked as she pushed open the door into the store room. She’d barely gotten the words out when Zig caught her around the waist and kissed her deeply. His lips caressed her own as he gently pushed her back against the wall and Lydia found herself smiling through the kiss.
“What’s that for?” she murmured when they broke apart for a moment, his lips grazing her cheek.
“I can’t kiss my wife?” Zig teased as his mouth met hers again. Lydia pulled his hips against hers, convinced in that moment that she would never tire of the feel of him next to her.
“You can, but your wife needs to finish putting down the chairs before our first customers arrive,” she protested, her hands belying her words as her fingers threaded themselves into his hair. Lydia knew she should be responsible, should pull away, but she found Zig’s kisses just as intoxicating as the first one had been so many years earlier. She felt his hand pressed against the small of her back, bringing them closer together as she allowed herself to sink beneath the waves and lose herself in the kiss.
“Hello?” a familiar voice called out from the coffee shop.
Zig pulled back from Lydia and sighed.
“I guess you’re right, we need to take care of business,” he said. Lydia took the front of his white t-shirt and curled it around her hand, pulling him in for one last kiss.
“To be continued,” she said.
“To be continued,” Zig promised.
Lydia brushed his lips with one more quick kiss before she went out into the shop to find Kaitlyn waiting at the counter, drumming her fingers on the counter in mock exasperation.
“The service in this place is appalling,” Kaitlyn teased. “Chairs on the tables, no one behind the counter … I demand to speak to the owner!”
Lydia laughed.
“How about I give you a cup of coffee on the house instead?” she offered. Kaitlyn heaved a heavy, world-weary sigh.
“I guess that’d be acceptable,” she said with a grin. “What were you doing back there anyway?”
Lydia grinned and bit her lip as she raised an eyebrow.
“Actually, never mind,” Kaitlyn said with a shake of her head. “I have a feeling I’m going to be sorry I asked.”
Lydia laughed and turned around to fill a mug with freshly brewed coffee for Kaitlyn. As she did so, she realized that the heat of Zig’s lips still lingered on her own. She blushed as she thought of his promise to continue the kiss later, the work day stretching out interminably in front of her. Later couldn’t come soon enough.
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