Content Warning for profanity, sexy situations, and possible life stress triggers

The kitchen is the heart of the home.  Something delicious was cooking in the stove, producing a heat that warmed the room and producing an aroma that made this place even more inviting.

The aroma of fresh-baked bread filled the air as warmth enveloped the kitchen. A lone figure stood at the stove, pulling the loaves out with a happy hum. It was Pearl, and she was surely baking the bread for him. She was clad in a night shift which was slightly sheer and showed the shadows of her legs through the fabric. Her long curls tumbled down her back and there was a light dusting of flour on her nose as is what happens when she cooks.

Leaning on the kitchen doorway, Joe smiled widely drinking in the scene. With shirt sleeves rolled up and the top two buttons of his shirt undone, he was relaxed.
He coughed, announcing his presence. Assuming she heard him, he moved over to the stove standing close behind her.

"Looks delicious." he said wickedly.

She placed the bread on the top of the stove and closed the door to the oven. Then she turned around and greeted him with a kiss. "Hello," she whispered after a time, her arms wrapping around him. She pressed more kisses to his lips as they stood there in the kitchen.

He embraced her, his lips accepting hers readily. His hands played gently across her shoulders, his fingers toying with the loose curls of her long brown hair, as the oven provided a gentle warmth that surrounded them.

She sighed into the kisses, clearly enjoying the warmth that surrounded them. Pearl murmured into the kiss, "I've missed you." Her voice was husky as she spoke to him. She seemed to like the way his fingers played in her hair, leaning into him happily.

"I'm here now." he replied softly, enjoying her new closeness and embracing her just a little bit harder.

"You are," she whispered and pressed her forehead to his. "I am glad for that." She lifted a hand to his cheek and looked into his eyes, a most tender expression veiled halfway by lowered lashes. Her mouth curled in a smile and she murmured, "I will always miss you when you are gone..."

"I always come back to you, Pearl. Always will." Joe answered kissing her forehead softly

"Good..." said the young miss as she leaned into him. Her mouth found his again briefly and she then pulled away, taking his hand and lifting it to her face. She nuzzled her cheek against his palm and murmured words of love.