Ruh Roh (One on One)

"For her wings, Sam. For not being there."

 

"You broke them, Sam, and now you're going to do it again. Perhaps I'll massage her wings while she's making breakfast. That seems like a fair trade-off, no?"

 

"I think it's only fair, don't you?"

"Sam? Do you want anything in yours?" she asked from the stove.

 

She raised an eyebrow.

"The usual?"

"Wings are so sensitive. One tiny rip, and it would be over, you know? That's why they're so significant. It's ultimate trust."

 

She grinned at him.

“So you can’t really call it ‘the usual’.”

 

She flipped the omelette and came over to him, setting it down in front of him and planting a kiss in his hair.

 

Her hand rested on the back of his neck and she looked down at him thoughtfully.

"Of course."

 

She flushed in surprise.

"You're being awfully affectionate this morning."

"Am I really?" the spirit asked. "That's depressing."

 

"It is," she agreed, slipping into his lap and holding his face in her hands. "I'm just surprised."

 

She looked at him thoughtfully, kissing the tip of his nose lightly.

"Tell me, Sam. How long have you known her?"