Time To Feed The Hunger {Kevin Nash}

Time To Feed The Hunger

When Kevin woke, the first thing he noticed was that the petite frame was no longer curled up beside him. He recalled vaguely her warm, silky flesh pulling from his side. He thought then, perhaps she was using the restroom, so he hadn't felt the need to rouse himself, turning over and stretching out his gargantuan frame.

This time, having the urge to relieve himself, he got up.

Once he had finished his business inside the connected bathroom, he exited through his bedroom door. He could hear the soft hum of the radio drifting down the hall.

Music. It was always music with that girl, he chuckled to himself. Despite creating and performing the dark, dramatic epics she was known for, damn would she jam to some 80s synth-pop and new wave. It sounded as if that was what was floating through the air now.

As has approached, he could recognized the upbeat tempo of Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up. Over the years, it had become a means if trolling those whom were trying to download music or even movies illegally, appropriately dubbed Rick Rolling. He knew however, his little one just loved the song.

He could hear her start to sing along in her ethereal and enchanting voice as she came into view in the kitchen.

"We're no strangers to love.
You know the rules and so do I.
A full commitment's what I'm thinking of.
You wouldn't get this from any other guy."

He halted at the threshold, gazing at the young pixie of a woman with a fixed attentiveness. She was facing away from him, cracking eggs into a large bowl as her body gyrated in sync with the music. Her hips swayed enticingly, a pair of tiny shorts that she would never be caught dead in outside of the house, hanging low. She was always so conscience about her public reputation and image. Little did she realize, paling around with him wasn't doing much to benefit her.

Her creamy skin was exposed from her shapely bottom on down, while her bare arms and shoulders rendered the same porcelain complexion. Long tendrils were wrapped high on her head, exposing her slender neck.

"I just wanna tell you how I'm feeling.
Gotta make you understand."

She grabbed a whisk from a jar of utensils and sang into it as if it were a microphone. Kev almost lost it then, as he stifled a hearty laugh. Didn't she get enough of performing on the stage?

"Never gonna give you up
Never gonna let you down.
Never gonna run around and desert you.
Never gonna make you cry.
Never gonna say goodbye.
Never gonna tell a lie and hurt you."

He continued his gaze. If he could wake up like this every morning-the sweet little thing bouncing around, singing her songs - and hell, he didn't know she cooked - he could live out the rest of his miserable ass existence in some measure of happiness.

Heather lowered her make believe microphone and glanced over the materials spread on the counter. Apparently, she had forgotten an item. Shrugging, she spun around towards the refrigerator. Catching sight of him, she shreiked and jumped out of her skin like a frighten cat.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed. Her hand flew over her mouth and a crimson mantle overtook her lovely face as she peered up at the giant man.

She removed her hand following a couple seconds. "How long have you been standing there?" she demanded, though her lush lips curved into a sheepish grin.

"Long enough," he shrugged and his mouth returned the sly smirk.

"I'm making breakfast," she paused, having stated the obvious, "I had it in mind that you may appreciate it." She pushed her thick, black framed glasses up on her face as the shy smile remain on her lips. "Um, I think later on perhaps, we should go to the grocery store. You are in desperate need of provisions." Her voice gained a little confidence towards the end.