Date: 2018-08-08 03:22 am (UTC)
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It comes out of nowhere, making him grunt in surprise, muscle across his stomach contracting involuntarily, while behind him, Audrey giggles.

Laughing at him while he's putting the whisk and bowl down, turning in her arms, which are locked around his waist and setting fire to his skin. A smile pulling at him, at her triumphant delight, and it's so easy, isn't it. Like it was always supposed to be.

Is that right? But he can't focus on always or what it means, might mean, when Audrey is tugging herself against him, flushed with victory at his reaction. "I can't feel the bowl."

She kisses his shoulder, and he almost shivers, turning towards her, locked in by her arms. "I can't feel the whisk, but--"

Punctuating it by tugging at her hand until it lifts. "I can feel that."

Free now to turn towards her, slide his arms around herwaist because she's already leaning in towards him, stepping into him, and the pancakes can wait.

Everything can wait. Everything. Anything that isn't her.
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