Angela stretched languidly after she finally submitted the paper she had been working on for the last month. Feeling the mix of fatigue and elation that always came after finishing a long-term project, Angela decided that even though it was still before noon, she deserved the rest of the day off.
She grabbed a book, and went hunting for her wife.
She found Fareeha in their garage, applying a coat of paint on the tiny model of the latest mech suit she had designed. Fareeha was so concentrated on her hobby that she didn't even look up when Angela pulled up a chair next to her bench.
Angela felt like being spoiled that day. She watched Fareeha's large hands delicately turn the mouse-sized model between her fingers to paint the bottom of a boot.
"Hey, what are we having for lunch today?" said Angela.
"Mm?" replied Fareeha.
Angela sighed, and rested her chin on the table. She couldn't blame Fareeha for being so engrossed in her work when she often did the same.
She stared at Fareeha's lips, fantasizing about stealing her attention by grabbing her chin and turning her face to kiss her from behind. But it was far more common in their relationship for Angela to initiate things, and this time, Angela wanted Fareeha to take the lead.
When Fareeha finally put down the model to dry, she looked at Angela and smiled, sending Angela's heart leaping in her chest.
"Hey, did you know that when people look at you a lot in the eyes, it means that they want to either kiss or kill you?" said Angela, never breaking eye-contact with Fareeha.
Fareeha's face immediately paled, and she twisted the hem of her shirt anxiously.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, is this because I overbooked our honeymoon with sightseeing attractions? Please don't kill me!"
Angela slapped herself on the forehead.