Her head rests against his, and she listens to his breathing as they sit together in silence. It's interrupted by her kettle and it's jarring, and it has her tensing a little against him until she realizes what the hell it is.
"One moment," she tells him, standing up -- though not before briefly cupping his face and brushing her fingers over his skin.
"I'll be right back." She leans over and drops a kiss to the top of his head and then she's gone, bustling in her small kitchenette before reappearing with a pot and two cups that she sits on her coffee table in front of them.
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Date: 2013-07-29 04:51 am (UTC)"One moment," she tells him, standing up -- though not before briefly cupping his face and brushing her fingers over his skin.
"I'll be right back." She leans over and drops a kiss to the top of his head and then she's gone, bustling in her small kitchenette before reappearing with a pot and two cups that she sits on her coffee table in front of them.
"It just needs a moment to steep."