She looked down at his hands affectionately. "..But I'll live." *** He crossed his arms, but clearly seemed interested.
He considered her, his lips curving in a smile. "We'll work on it." * * * She began to place the berry pieces in the syrup before going and taking down a bowl.
He gave her a small smirk, raising his eyebrow. "Maybe." * * * "What? No," she said, setting the bowl down and pouring in some flour, "Do you think that little of my cooking abilities?"
He laughed out loud, returning to his cooking. "You're awfully bold. I'll give you that." * * * "Just because I'm sick and possibly drunk doesn't make me a bad cook."
He glanced over at her. "Say this out loud. 'I'd like for Victor to be able to touch me'." * * * "I obviously lied. I had a fever this morning. Do you think I just got over that?"
She crossed her arms at him. "I'd like for Victor to be able to touch me." *** He huffed. "That's why I was suspicious."
"I can touch you," he said pointedly. "See?" He walked over to her and cupped her jaw in his hands, tipping her head back. "Easy." * * * "Always," she agreed."
She flushed slightly. "Yeah, but I can't touch you." *** He laughed, shaking his head. "So what are you making?"
He raised an eyebrow, eyeing her for a moment. "It's... It's a control thing. I just need to know beforehand." * * * "Cake," she said primly."
She reached up, her hand hovering over his. "Can I touch you?" *** He looked... unsure how to feel. At this point he was fine with anything. "..Okay then."
He made eye contact for a moment before his grip on her loosened and he nodded. "Okay." * * * She grinned before grabbing a spoon, swiping some of the berries and sauce and offering it to him.
