[ It shouldn't really make him this happy, seeing those two little words blinking there on the screen, but it does. They linger in his head as he does what's only natural— making his way to the kitchen to start preparing— face split in a grin that's large and foolish and definitely fully lovestruck as he starts pulling out ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator. When he'd first arrived here, still scrambling to find his crew, to find some scrap of normalcy to cling to, anything remotely close to what they've become to one another had seemed like an impossibility. Oh, he'd adored her, would've worshiped the ground she walked on if she'd let him, but with every easy grin and fond look he'd sent her way, there'd been no expectation, no belief that she'd ever look at him the same way.
He's still smiling like that— how could he not be?— so caught up in slicing thin ribbons of onion and fondly recalling everything they've been through that he never notices her sneaking into the kitchen. ]
Hey yourself, beautiful. [ Chuckling warmly, he still shivers where her breath blows over his skin, hands gently taking hers and peeling them away from his waist as he turns to face her. Even with the picture from earlier, his breath still catches for a brief moment as he looks at her, teeth briefly raking over his bottom lip while his hands gently squeeze hers.
Unable to stop himself, his lips brush against hers a heartbeat later in a kiss that's brief and soft, full of all that warm adoration that rises up so easily within him. And before she can say anything, he does it twice more, sighing happily each time, tongue gently wetting the soft swell of her lips in a quick tease. Somehow, he's left with an even stupider smile on his face after, forehead resting against hers as he stares into those eyes that are as deep and welcoming as the sea. ] Still got a while to go on lunch. Figured we'd eat then get outta here?
[ Either way, he's taking her by the hips as they talk and lifting, sitting her on the counter right next to where he's working on preparing the salad for today's lunch. ]
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[ It shouldn't really make him this happy, seeing those two little words blinking there on the screen, but it does. They linger in his head as he does what's only natural— making his way to the kitchen to start preparing— face split in a grin that's large and foolish and definitely fully lovestruck as he starts pulling out ingredients from the pantry and refrigerator. When he'd first arrived here, still scrambling to find his crew, to find some scrap of normalcy to cling to, anything remotely close to what they've become to one another had seemed like an impossibility. Oh, he'd adored her, would've worshiped the ground she walked on if she'd let him, but with every easy grin and fond look he'd sent her way, there'd been no expectation, no belief that she'd ever look at him the same way.
He's still smiling like that— how could he not be?— so caught up in slicing thin ribbons of onion and fondly recalling everything they've been through that he never notices her sneaking into the kitchen. ]
Hey yourself, beautiful. [ Chuckling warmly, he still shivers where her breath blows over his skin, hands gently taking hers and peeling them away from his waist as he turns to face her. Even with the picture from earlier, his breath still catches for a brief moment as he looks at her, teeth briefly raking over his bottom lip while his hands gently squeeze hers.
Unable to stop himself, his lips brush against hers a heartbeat later in a kiss that's brief and soft, full of all that warm adoration that rises up so easily within him. And before she can say anything, he does it twice more, sighing happily each time, tongue gently wetting the soft swell of her lips in a quick tease. Somehow, he's left with an even stupider smile on his face after, forehead resting against hers as he stares into those eyes that are as deep and welcoming as the sea. ] Still got a while to go on lunch. Figured we'd eat then get outta here?
[ Either way, he's taking her by the hips as they talk and lifting, sitting her on the counter right next to where he's working on preparing the salad for today's lunch. ]