He frowned slightly. "Good.. Sorry, I'm still a bit asleep I guess." *** She nodded. "Should we go back to sleep?"
She laughed, coming over to him and hugging him, wrapping her arms around his waist and resting her head on his chest. "That's okay. You can be tired." * * * "Probably," he mused, rubbing her back.
He rubbed her back with a small smile. "Thanks." *** She nodded, kissing his cheek and crawling back to her spot.
"Are you hungry?" she asked, looking up at him. She had soot from the fireplace across her nose, and she let go of him, heading over to the stove. "Let me make breakfast." * * * He watched her go, his hand on his side. "I love you."
He frowned, following her. "You made breakfast yesterday." *** She looked over at him, sitting up on arm. "Should we check?" she asked, gesturing to his side.
"Yes, I did," she agreed, lighting the stove. "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm an excellent cook." * * * He frowned, looking down at his hand. "What? Oh. No, I'm sure it's fine. I got it."
"I know, but I don't want you to make everything," he said, coming over and placing his finger on her chin, turning her head towards him and brushing of the soot with other hand. *** "Are you sure? Maybe just in case?"
She blinked in surprise before grinning at him, catching his hand and kissing the back of it. "I'm really good at cooking." * * * "I don't want you to worry," he told her sternly, sitting up on his arms. "I got it."
"Let me do it for today," she said, her attention turned back to her work. "Okay?" * * * "You really shouldn't be."
She nodded, setting to work. "Unless you don't like my cooking." * * * "Yeah, I'm going to. Go to sleep."
"I don't know," she said with a smooth shrug. "Maybe this is a subtle way of you trying to stop me from cooking." * * * "Oh, you're into that weird stuff."
He shook his head, going to sit down. "It's not." *** She went completely silent, watching him as she squinted, her voice going flat. "What."
"It's not that subtle, if so. We need to work on it." * * * He smirked, raising an eyebrow. "I mean, I can make it work. I just... I didn't think you were the type, y'know? That's okay, though. I'm not judging."
"I'm sure that's what it is." * * * "I mean, for you, baby, I would make it work. Not just any girl could make me do that." He groaned a little as he stood, but covered it with a smirk. "You're special."
She looked over her shoulder at him, giving him a cheeky smile. "What?" * * * "You seem disturbed. That's good, right?"
