Hips and hands and hearts
I'm having some writer's block issues, so I asked for Tumblr prompts to break the funk. I received some prompts, and I'm working through them (as well as the next chapter of THATRJ).
Gremma, Cooking was the prompt from arianakristine4 on tumblr.
Hope you all enjoy!
It is the little quiet moments where they are perfectly in sync, in tune with each other's wants and needs, that make Emma so unbearably happy that she decided to give Graham Humbert (The Huntsman?) another chance after the Regina fiasco.
Their hands and hips and hearts work as one.
It's perfect.
His hip bumps hers gently as she spoons the dough onto the baking sheet and she knows that he's doing it on purpose because a smile curls one corner of his mouth up and his eyes are crinkled and shining with mischief. She turns away, but lets her fingers leave the spoon in the mixing bowl to slip under the folds of his shirt and dance across his errant hipbone, grinning when he shivers.
He retaliates, moments later, by resting his free hand on her hip as he pushes the cookie sheet into the oven. She nudges the hand with a spoon sticky with chocolate-chip cookie dough, and he licks it off with a laugh, and then kisses her with sweetened lips.
Her hand presses to his chest, over his heart, at the same moment as his other hand finds her lonely hipbone, tracing little lopsided hearts on the bare skin peeking out from under her—well, his—t-shirt.
She can feel it. Their hearts beat together as one. Somehow.
Emma never believed moments like this were possible.
Before him.