He looked a little surprised but stepped out, going to the hood. *** She seemed to be excited doing such a simple task. It wouldn't be hard to tell it was something she enjoyed, judging by the speed and emphasis she put on each step.
She sat next to him, setting the bag next to him and nudging it towards him. "Go crazy," she said, lying back against the windshield and looking up at the stars. * * * Gideon laughed slightly, raising one eyebrow. "You're practically dancing."
He took his food and leaned back as well, looking up. *** She looked back at him with a grin. "I like cooking for other people. It gives me a reason to try."
She was quiet for a moment before speaking. “It’s the one thing I hate about the city,” she said. “You can’t see any stars from here.” *** “Why not cool for yourself?”
"I don't remember the last night I saw the stars clearly," he told her honestly. *** "I do," she explained, taking out the ingredients. "But that's boring."
He was watching the sky, his gaze thoughtful. "No, not really." *** "It's more fun with other people. Would you like to help?"
She laughed slightly, looking back up. Her voice was softer than usual. “We’ll have to go find them sometime.” *** “Sure. What should I do?”
He glanced over at her. "Yeah. That would be nice." *** "You can boil the noodles while I start the sauce."
Her eyes were closed, but she smiled slightly, saying nothing more. After a few minutes, he would feel her head slip down and rest on his shoulder. *** “Works for me.”
She shifted slightly, her hair brushing the curve of his neck. The fuzziness that had been in his brain all night hummed, lapping at the edges of his brain like the ocean against sand. There was a pause before the fuzziness grew, sweeping across his brain. The hair that brushed his neck was so soft, softer than he would have ever dreamed. Touch it. Touch it. Her skin was like silk, perfect in every way. Completely immaculate. God himself made her skin. Kiss her skin. Kiss her. This might be your only chance. Her hand curled in her lap and it was so beautiful, so unbelievably beautiful. Take the hand. It would be so easy to just take her hand and hold it for a while. Take the hand. Why won't you take the hand? You really want to take the hand. * * * He poured the noodles out into his hand and began humming as he worked.
Levy felt strange about these unfamiliar urges prodding in his mind. He looked looked over at her, hesitating. "Beck?" He seemed a little unsure of himself, feeling the uncertainty rise. *** She worked beside him, putting together the ingredients as she listened to his humming.
She shifted slightly, still remaining asleep as she mumbled. Even the small noise reinforced her voice in his mind. Imagine her saying his name. Imagine her smiling while she said it. That voice laughing as she watched him. Can you imagine? * * * "We should make our own pasta," he said decisively.
He reached up, running a hand through his hair. These thoughts, though repeating in his mind, were foreign. He was never so forward with his ideas of affection. This was something else. He looked over at her again. "Beck?" *** She tilted her head slightly, looking over at him curiously. "Make our own? I've never made my own before."
She shifted before waking, her eyes opening as she considered him for a moment. "Mr. Audra?" * * * "Well, you could. It's not hard."
His brows were furrowed and he was watching her. "I'm not thinking straight.. Maybe we should go." *** "Will you teach me?"
Her brow furrowed and she considered him in surprise. "You're not... oh! Oh, God." The fuzziness swept out all at once, leaving his brain clear. Once again, though, there was an ache from somewhere inside him. It had been nice to love so freely for a moment. "I'm so sorry," she said, looking flustered for one of the first times since he had met her. "Sorry. It runs wild when I sleep." * * * He brightened, looking over at her. "Well, let's see if you have the right ingredients first."
He wasn't sure how the aching feeling was worse than the thoughts in the first place. He shook his head, waving it off. "It's alright. I just wasn't sure what it was." *** She smiled, turning to him. "Alright. What do we need?"
"I'm so sorry," she said again, looking extremely concerned, her brows furrowed. * * * "Egg, flour... that's all for a basic pasta..."
