A disaster of a dinner

"Welcome home, producer!" Molly says with smile as you walk into the door of your modest apartment. "I made you some dinner. I'm not a very good cook, but I did my best, bzzt."

You look at the plate before you. If it was possible to set fire to a bowl of cereal when you pour milk into it, that's how badly this dinner is ruined. What appears to be the only saving grace is a generous helping of what is probably Molly's honey smeared over a piece of very burnt toast.

"Thanks for your hard work, Molly." You say as you look over to your beautiful bee. You don't have the heart to tell her how bad this is as you try not to taste it. Your face easily betrays you as you attempt to eat this disaster.

"I'm sorry you don't like it, producer." Molly says, "Us beez eat nectar and honey all year long. So we don't have to cook." Molly looks sad and embarrassed.

You sit down your dinner and head over to Molly. "It's okay, my love. Your heart was in the right place. But maybe let me do the cooking?" You say as you place a gentle kiss upon her lips. "I will finish this. I want to respect your hard work and how you thought of my needs even when you were so busy preparing for your gig tomorrow night. I'm really looking forward to it. I know you'll bring down the house."

Molly smiles and blushes fidgeting slightly, "Thankz producer. For both your support of my muzic and respect of my work. It's really important to us bees that our contributions are valued."

You kiss Molly again, and she returns it. She presses her body into you, allowing you to feel her up for a bit, which you do. "Mmmm." Molly says before she breaks off the kiss. "Save yourself for tomorrow, bzzt. You zmell and taste great, and after in done playing for you, I'm going to want you so badly, bzzzzt."

"Me too, Molly. I can't remember the last time I felt this way." You say as you finally finish eating the disaster of a dinner before you.