53 #NookieCookie

 

July 19, 2017
Wednesday 

jerseykid6232: Time spent with my favorite people is as nourishing as the kick ass food.

mynameissteph93: You’re getting better at this.  Can’t wait for the beach next weekend.
ireadskullbumps: Wasn’t this Frank Sinatra’s favorite restaurant? 
vinniefarrell8: Yeah, okay, but how’s the tiramisu?  #priorities
1sassielassie:  Beach?  Did somebody say beach?  *packs meatballs* 

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@hashtaghero: #twittersucks

@skullbumpery: Sigh
@hashtaghero: What?  You got your effing post.
@skullbumpery: Barely.
@hashtaghero: Never thought I’d say this, but I prefer IG. 
@skullbumpery:  Then use it.  At this point, I’ll take anything.  😩
@hashtaghero: You’ve already proven that… 😏 🍆 

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 [8:32PM]TEDDI:  I think I like you better on Twitter.  Hashtaghero is a little dirty.

[8:45PM]JON: He doesn’t have his daughter following him.  And have you forgotten #peachseason?

[8:46PM]TEDDI: Not a chance.  Your appetite for peaches is unforgettable.

[9:45PM]JON: Good answer.  Sorry.  Was in the studio.  Wanna sext on my commute home since I’m stuck working in the city for the rest of the week?

[10:00PM]TEDDI: Hm.  Do you have experience at sexting?

[10:02PM]JON: No, but I’ve read porn and know how to fuck.

[10:05PM]TEDDI: 😂  Despite those stellar qualifications, I think I can hold out a few days. 

[10:15PM]JON: You’re probably into phone sex, huh?  More traditional.

[10:18PM]TEDDI: Less evidence.

[10:28PM]JON: Damn, I admire a smart woman.

[11:32PM]TEDDI:  Sorry.  Fell asleep.

[11:35PM]JON: S’ok.  Night, Cookie. 

 

July 20, 2017
Thursday 

jerseykid6232:  I’ll be back.

looking43bears:  What are you, herpes?
gypsysoulle: I’ll be waiting.
ireadskullbumps: You complain about Twitter but used a # there.  Why not here?
Jerseykid6232: #itsmylife.  @vinniefarrell8, did you catch that?  I replied.
Vinniefarrell8:  What? You want a fucking party for being couth?  🥳🙄
1sassielassie: Where are you going?  Oh, that’s right.  Beach! #sun #sand #surf
cherrysnark: A nice beachy cocktail sounds good.  Do they have to-go cups?

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 [10:02AM]MAGGIE: I haven't heard from you in ages.  How is everything?  How are YOU?

[10:02AM]TEDDI: I'm fine.

[10:03AM]MAGGIE: Which man did you sleep with?  Tell me both.

[10:05AM]TEDDI: Very well.  Both.

[10:05AM]MAGGIE: It's not nice to tease!

[10:05AM]TEDDI: I was merely following orders.

[10:06AM]MAGGIE: 😤I gave David your phone number.  He said Jon wouldn't.

[10:06AM]TEDDI: That's fine.

[10:08AM]MAGGIE: Pierce is going to cause trouble.

[10:09AM]TEDDI: Is he, Mistress Moon? 🔮

[10:11AM]MAGGIE: Stop.  He is, but I can't seem to be unhappy about it.  Strange.  Just watch yourself.

[10:12AM]TEDDI: Of course I will. Thank you.  ♥ 

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[1:12PM]DAVID: I got her number fucker, so take that!

[1:14PM]JON: If you want to impress me, come up with the lottery numbers.  I knew she'd give it to you.

[1:15PM]DAVID:  Well, SHE didn’t exactly give it to me.

[1:15PM]JON:  Then who did?

[1:17PM]DAVID: Mistress Moon.  When are you headed to the beach?

[1:19PM]JON: Nice subject change, but not needed.  She’s not my problem.  Headed out next weekend.

[1:20PM]DAVID: You and TB should come over before then.  Lex wants to meet her.

[1:21PM]JON: She doesn't leave the house, dumbass.

[1:24PM]DAVID: Are you so bad in bed that you can't convince her? Just you two, me and Lex.  No crowds.  Maybe we can slowly cure her.

[1:25PM]JON: Can you cure anxiety?

[1:27PM]DAVID:  If not, I've got enough booze to drown it.  She'll be fine.

[1:28PM]JON: We'll see. 

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[4:40PM]JON: Have you ever tried to cure your anxiety?

[6:12PM]TEDDI: Sorry.  Was in the pool then the shower.  It's complicated.

[6:37PM]JON: I was in the shower that time, and I didn't ask why you can't or what you've done.  Yes or no.  Have you TRIED?

[7:02PM]TEDDI: Yes and no. (Cooking)

[8:39PM]JON: (Work dinner) Yes OR no, Doc.  Don't be difficult.

[8:45PM]TEDDI: "I'm complicated.  Love or hate it.  Right or wrong, I can't sedate it."

[8:52PM]JON: Fucking lyrics.  I’ve got a song stuck in my head I’m working on. We'll talk about this tomorrow.

[8:55PM]TEDDI: I'll add it to the list.  We have a longer agenda than Congress.  Good luck with the song.

[8:57PM]JON: Difference is, we’ll actually get through ours. Night, Cookie.

 

 July 21, 2017
Friday

[1:00PM]UNKNOWN: How's Joey Bishop acclimating?

[1:00PM]TEDDI: Is this a National Fish Registry survey?  He's doing well

[1:01PM]UNKNOWN: Is that a real thing?  Cause I didn't register them.

[1:02PM]TEDDI:  If it's a thing, I don't know about it. So that I can update my contact accordingly, is this David or Gabby? 

[1:03PM]UNKNOWN:  On the keys, if you please....

[1:04PM]TEDDI: She plays, too, I believe.  I'm just not sure she's been introduced that way. 

[1:04PM]DAVID: Only at home.  So how's da fish 🐟?

[1:05PM]TEDDI: They're great. I spend a lot of time with them.  Thank you again. 🙏🏼

[1:07PM]DAVID: Praise isn’t necessary.  Thank me by coming over this weekend.  The Mrs. wants to meet you.

[1:07PM]TEDDI: Regretfully, I have plans.

[1:08PM]DAVID: I already talked to him about it.  Just don't get it on in my guest bath, K?

[1:08PM]TEDDI: 😲😱

[1:09PM]DAVID: Relax, TB.  The secret's safe with me.  You're in the circle now. 

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[1:11PM]TEDDI: David knows about us?

[1:34PM]JON: Yeah.  Kinda.  That a problem?

[1:45PM]TEDDI: Not a problem.  I'm just surprised.

[1:45PM]JON: Why?

[1:55PM]JON: Hello? Why?

[2:15PM]TEDDI: Sorry. Client call.  I thought you were more secretive than that.

[2:19PM]JON: Not with the people that matter.

[2:26PM]TEDDI:  Does that mean your children know?

[2:49PM]JON: Not yet, but I should do that soon.  It’ll get Steph off my back about dating.

[3:01PM]TEDDI: That seems a bit… premature.  We don’t even know how long this is going to last.

[3:22PM]JON: Don’t start that shit or I’m gonna be pissed.  😠 

[3:32PM]TEDDI:  🤐

  

July 19, 2017
Saturday

A bubbling blend of anticipation and satisfaction settled onto Jon's tired shoulders.  The drive out from the city had been a bitch today.  Everybody had been trying to escape the concrete jungle for the coast, and it had been an effort to slog through the sea of vehicles.  He hadn’t realized how much of an effort until flipping on his turn signal and finding Teddi’s gates wide open to welcome him. 

 

That’s all it took for the road tension to bleed away.   

 

It had only been a few days since he was here last, but it didn’t make him any less eager to feel her body against his.  Or to inhale the delectable scent that inspired two very different types of hunger.  Or catch a glimpse of the seductive Gypsy kaleidoscope spinning in her eyes.

 

Hell, he was looking forward to just talking.  Enough time had lapsed since their last gut-spilling session that he was geared up for another round.  Good thing since, as she said, they had quite an agenda to get through.  Confessing his threat to Pierce wasn’t high on the list of things he wanted to do, but with any luck, he could keep things limited to the agenda items that focused on her instead. 

 

It was weird in a way. Not much more than a month ago, he was sure he’d resent the time it took to get to know a woman.  He didn’t think he had the patience to even do it again after Dorothea, but finding out about Teddi didn't feel like a chore.  Each newly uncovered detail seemed to spark his curiosity about two more things.  He was genuinely interested in the complex and complicated creature who was the new “woman in his life”. 

 

The most surprising thing – that didn’t qualify as a secret – he’d discovered was that a recluse could manage to stay as busy as she did. 

 

Between his schedule of meetings, calls, kids, social obligations, and some much-needed songwriting time, he'd been stretched thin the last few days.  When he did find five minutes here and there to give her a call, she was the unavailable one.

 

Client meetings, pool workouts, webinars, online networking, writing, and researching were all completely at odds with both his schedule and what he thought a recluse was. 

 

He had a lot to learn, but Jon was an excellent student when the subject matter interested him.  Teddi interested him all right, but when she opened the door….  Her casual sundress, bare feet and wide smile rendered him dumb to everything but the need to taste her. 

 

Without responding to her warm greeting, he advanced with the determination of a lion on the prowl.  Crowding her out of the doorway and into the foyer, he used a foot to slam the door, and the vibration still resonated when her body was firmly sandwiched between his and the wall.  Selfish hands pushed into loose blonde waves, and Jon inhaled almondy vanilla perfection, holding the breath until he could exhale into her mouth.

 

Teddi let out a soft grunt at the suddenness of his kiss, but it only lasted for a beat before she relaxed in acceptance.  Eager palms roamed his back, drawing their bodies closer and inviting him to reacquaint himself with the taste of Gypsy sin.

 

Muffled chirrups of pleasure only spurred him on, and their sultry tongues turned two independent flavors into a single delicacy untasted by anyone but them.  Every breath he drew only made him more ravenous. 

 

It had only been a few days.  How the fuck had he forgotten how good this was?  How good she was?  If he was ten years younger, Jon would push up the dress and start fucking until she was so flooded that his seed dripped to her knees.   He was on the verge of deciding his back would survive a bout of wall sex when Teddi wriggled to create a breathless space between them.

 

“Hands-down the hottest ‘hello’ of my lifetime.  But since I prefer to be the only thing bursting into flames around here, give me two seconds to turn off the oven.  I’ll meet you upstairs.”

 

The fingers that were knotted in her hair went lax and slid to cup Teddi’s jaw, and dusted light lips across hers one more time before sighing, “No.  Much as I want to fuck you, we should probably clear some items from the Congressional agenda first.  I’ll be spending the night in case there was any doubt.”

 

There was no missing the soft gleam of delight in her eyes as gentle fingertips swept Jon’s cheek.  “Okay,” she agreed softly.  “Am I allowed to say I missed you?”

 

Christ.  After all her remarks about the temporary nature of their relationship, that little snippet of raw honesty about did him in.  The swell of his heart might be scary if he stopped to think about it, so he didn’t.  Jon just folded her into a hug tight enough to contain it and growled, “Ditto, Cookie.  God, you smell good.”

 

“Probably because I’ve been baking.”  Popping puckered lips against the square of his jaw, she then scampered away to the kitchen, leaving him to follow or not.

 

“Baking?”  Hell yes, he was going to follow.  “More kipper, I hope?”

 

Speaking over her shoulder while sliding on an oven mitt, she tugged the oven door.  “No, these are still almond but chewier than the vanillekipferl.”

 

When she pivoted gracefully with the hot baking sheet and slid it onto the island, Jon lifted one eyebrow.  The dozen or more cookies were perfectly round and golden, with no fancy adornment or fillers that he could see.  The only thing that gave a hint as to their flavor was whole almond indented into their tops.  Who would’ve thought a simple nut could turn a cookie into a… familiar likeness? 

 

“You know what those look like, right?”

 

From the curious tilt of her head, she clearly did not.  There was nothing but innocence in her, “No, what?”

 

“They look like pussies.”

 

“What?  They do not!”  Wide eyes cut from him to the baked treats a horrified hand came up to cover her face. “Damnation.  They do.”

 

Her forlorn disdain struck Jon as funny and made him laugh, which annoyed her.  A peevish glare only made him laugh harder, and the more he laughed, the more irritated she became. 

 

Teddi finally slapped down her oven mitt to grouch, “Oh, shut up.  I didn’t do it on purpose.”

 

“I wouldn’t care if you had,” he assured, wiping his eyes while still chuckling.  “Nothing wrong with being seduced by a little nookie cookie.”

 

The snort that ripped through the kitchen air was the most unladylike thing he’d ever heard out of her.  It had him grinning with delight even before she muttered, “Nookie cookie.  Rings of elegance and refinement, doesn’t it?  I should throw them in the trash.”

 

Sidling around the island, he slipped up behind the woman who was cute as hell when brimming with disgust.  He hooked an arm around her waist and nosed through hair until he found the fragrant skin made sweeter by the fresh-baked goods in front of them. 

 

“Don’t you dare,” he threatened while slowly easing the phone from his pocket.  Thumbing the button that would bring it to life, he casually navigated to the camera icon.  “I’m taking them with me when I leave.  It’ll give me perverted pleasure to eat your pussies from another state.”

 

When she turned to laugh into his face, Teddi caught sight of his phone and gasped with indignation.  “Don’t you dare!”

 

But it was too late.  There were at least two pictures immortalizing her baking efforts, and he was quick enough to keep the phone out of reach when she lunged for it.

 

“What are you going to do with that?” she demanded.

 

He’d never seen her flustered from anger before and vowed this wouldn’t be the last time.  In that moment, with rosy cheeks and flashing baby blues, she was utterly real.  Neither blueblood nor Gypsy, and with Dr. Montgomery nowhere in sight, Teddi was just a natural beauty filled with life and a spirit that called to him. 

 

Why didn’t she know this was perfect?  Why hadn’t someone told her every damn day that the only goal worth achieving was to embrace this shamelessly authentic woman?  Why hadn’t someone told her how stunning this woman was?

 

Tell her now, dumbass.

 

“You’re beautiful.”

 

The hand that was flailing for the phone froze and then slowly fell to her side.  Stunned eyes scoured his face – presumably, to determine whether he was “being a pill” – and when she found nothing but the truth, her mouth silently opened and closed once before she finally got out a quiet thanks.

 

He didn’t like the self-consciousness of this woman, so she wasn’t going to be allowed to hang around.  Using one hand to snatch up a still-hot cookie, he navigated his phone with the other and said smugly, “But I’m still posting the cookies in Instagram.  Nookie cookie is worth the pain of using a hashtag.  Lema’s gonna lose his shit.”

 

The mask of frozen shock melted under the warmth of her instinctive smile.  That was better.  She’d get used to it sooner or later.  He’d make sure of it, he vowed while tapping away.

 

“If you’re going to put that online, then you better use more than one hashtag, mister.” 

 

“Ah, fuck,” was his faux-aggravated grumble.  He’d already thought of three and could probably come up with more, but there was no sense in spoiling her.  A guy had to leave himself some bargaining room.

  

jerseykid6232: #nookiecookie #privatebaker #lipsnackinggood