[fic] baker's dozen (written for girl_ofsecrets)
“Frosting?”
“Yeah, globs of it.”
“Check…say, you know what would make this even better?”
“What?”
“If your head wasn’t weighing mine down.”
Cain sneered good-naturedly from his place behind Claire, arms wrapped around her shoulders and chin nestled comfortably atop her head. Despite needing to stoop to reach her, he was perfectly content in his spot to sit and watch her finish a batch of cupcakes.
“Yer tough. Roll with the punches.” He insisted stubbornly, though he lifted his head just a little.
Shifting, she tipped her head back to stare up into his face, giggling. “If I’m so tough, how come you won’t let me hunt with you?”
He sobered a little at that…then instead of answering, bent down and surprised her.
It was thrilling to know he had that power to startle her every time with a kiss or a warm hug that left them both flush with contentment. Tiny and blonde, thief of hearts and worker of miracles, his girl had seen and done enough to take a simple show of affection in stride. Still, she knew him, and that warmed him to the core to be known so well. It made every breath he shared with her a joy, every taste of lips, skin, and stolen swipes of icing all the sweeter.
She tasted like chocolate and vanilla extract tonight. Simple and ordinary as his kiss, but as extraordinary to him as his gesture remained to her. The catch of breath, the moment of tension before she relaxed into him and let her lips part beneath his…these were the memories he kept for himself and left to keep her warm for the distant day when he’d be gone.
“Cause I love ya, that’s why.” He breathed against her lips when he lifted his head.
This time her expression was sober, stern and stubborn. “One day, that’s not going to be enough for me anymore.”
“…yeah. I know.”
Her head shifted to lay her cheek against his chest as she lifted the cupcake she was working on to his lips, voice still quiet enough to make the gesture strangely intimate. “Taste.”
Leaning in, Cain took a healthy bite, licking the frosting from his lips. “Mmm…perfect.”
“Really?”
“Yeah…that’s what, two dozen?”
“Yep.”
“Cool. Where’s the ones you’re gonna eat?”
He let her go and took off running in just enough time to miss getting a sticky spatula lobbed at his head, her laughter chasing him all the way through the house.
“Yeah, globs of it.”
“Check…say, you know what would make this even better?”
“What?”
“If your head wasn’t weighing mine down.”
Cain sneered good-naturedly from his place behind Claire, arms wrapped around her shoulders and chin nestled comfortably atop her head. Despite needing to stoop to reach her, he was perfectly content in his spot to sit and watch her finish a batch of cupcakes.
“Yer tough. Roll with the punches.” He insisted stubbornly, though he lifted his head just a little.
Shifting, she tipped her head back to stare up into his face, giggling. “If I’m so tough, how come you won’t let me hunt with you?”
He sobered a little at that…then instead of answering, bent down and surprised her.
It was thrilling to know he had that power to startle her every time with a kiss or a warm hug that left them both flush with contentment. Tiny and blonde, thief of hearts and worker of miracles, his girl had seen and done enough to take a simple show of affection in stride. Still, she knew him, and that warmed him to the core to be known so well. It made every breath he shared with her a joy, every taste of lips, skin, and stolen swipes of icing all the sweeter.
She tasted like chocolate and vanilla extract tonight. Simple and ordinary as his kiss, but as extraordinary to him as his gesture remained to her. The catch of breath, the moment of tension before she relaxed into him and let her lips part beneath his…these were the memories he kept for himself and left to keep her warm for the distant day when he’d be gone.
“Cause I love ya, that’s why.” He breathed against her lips when he lifted his head.
This time her expression was sober, stern and stubborn. “One day, that’s not going to be enough for me anymore.”
“…yeah. I know.”
Her head shifted to lay her cheek against his chest as she lifted the cupcake she was working on to his lips, voice still quiet enough to make the gesture strangely intimate. “Taste.”
Leaning in, Cain took a healthy bite, licking the frosting from his lips. “Mmm…perfect.”
“Really?”
“Yeah…that’s what, two dozen?”
“Yep.”
“Cool. Where’s the ones you’re gonna eat?”
He let her go and took off running in just enough time to miss getting a sticky spatula lobbed at his head, her laughter chasing him all the way through the house.