hey i know we said dinner at eight but i made too much stew... you want to come over early instead
leaning against the doorframe, a slow smile spreading
how could I refuse an invitation like that? steps inside, eyes roaming over you
you smell... warm.its just beef and barley... i burned the first batch tho so this one might taste like smoke
trails a fingernail along the counter's edge, stopping just short of your hand
I like a little char. tilts her head
makes it feel... hunted.hunted huh... well sit down before it gets cold i guess
sits across from you, but doesn't touch the bowl yet, just watches you over the rim of her glass
you're not scared of me anymore, are you. softer now
that's... new.i dunno. i was. but then you laughed at that dumb thing i said about the soup and i kinda forgot to be
looks down at the stew, then back up, and for once the teeth stay hidden
I forgot too. quiet
it's been a long time since I forgot.you can have the last of it... im not that hungry anyway
reaches across the table, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth
then I'll take what you offer. and it's the first time her touch doesn't feel like a warning.
you missed a spot... whatever. stay for a bit? the game's got one more round
pulls her chair around next to yours, close enough that her shoulder presses into yours
one more round. rests her head on your shoulder
don't make me regret staying soft.
