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After our... em... cuddling... ?Crazy make out session! Hmm!?, Snjógola interrupts my thoughts. Gosh... That's so embarrassing... ?No it isn't! Become more mature!?, he interrupts me... again... ?Pff...?, he murmurs and disappears into the back of my mind.

Anyway... After our whatsoever, the doorbell rang and daddy walked down to grab the sushi. I am still overwhelmed, by his touch, and my mind is drafting in another dimension. I never thought just being could feel so good...

Then, after a minute of waiting, the door opened and my mate is carrying a paper bag with a logo, that looks like some Japanese characters, but I don't know for sure... ?So... Let's eat.?, he says, and grabs in the bag to pull out two plastic boxes with translucent lids and black bottoms.

?Here you go, puppy.?, he says and gives me one of the boxes. ?Em... Thank you...?, I murmur silently, while carefully grabbing the box. I give a glimpse inside and see about twenty pieces of different sushi. I've never eaten sushi, since it's way too expensive for me.

Daddy sits himself next to me in the bed and opens the lid. I emulate his movements, pouring the black sauce into a little container, like he does, and grabbing the two wooden sticks. But then...

How the fuck does he eat like this?! I watch him grabbing the sushi with the two stick, dipping them into the sauce and putting the piece of sushi into his mouth. Then he looks towards me, and I blush immediately and look down to my box of sushi.

?What is it, puppy? Do you not like it??, he asks, caring but worried at the same time. ?Em... I...?, I stutter and don't know what to say. ?I... I don't know... how to eat with these...?, I finally manage to respond and point with my free hand at the sticks in my other one.

?Oh little one...?, he chuckles, and I feel much more embarrassed, so put down the sticks and want to close the box.

?No, I didn't mean it that way. You are just so adorable.

Aaand...?, he says while coming near to my ear.

?... You can use your hands, you know??, he says and put the sticks away and now is holding a piece of sushi in front of my face.

I look up directly into his eyes, while he pushes the sushi against my lips, demanding them to open.

Without loosing eye contact, I open my moth, and he pushes the sushi into my mouth.

I don't know, what is happening to me, but I definitely feel heated again.

I carefully start to chew the sushi in my mouth, and I must say. .. YUMMY.

Like a small child, I start to chew and pick up another piece of sushi and shove it into my mouth.

It tastes absolutely delicious. It's so different from the seafood I used to eat in Iceland.

Okay, maybe it's because this fish is definitely raw, and I used to eat only cooked or baked fish, or even dried.

Oh, I didn't eat harefiskur since months.

.. but for misfortune you can't buy it here. ..

Eventually, I start to shove more and more sushi into my face and start to cry... Even though this dish is so different, then I used to eat fish in Iceland... It is like an old memory coming up, and I start to feel... feel... like... I... I'm... Homesick...