Elsa lifted her eyes from the finished dishes with a satisfied sigh, and wiped her hands on the kitchen towel.
As she did, she noticed her wife through the window above the sink, and smiled tenderly as she observed her rake the fallen leaves of the garden.
There was something beautiful in the way the orange and yellow leaves enlightened Honeymaren's aura. Maybe it was simply due to the color of her hair or her eyes, thought Elsa, who admitted that she was biased. And to hear Honeymaren sing a tune as she worked now that the sound of water wasn't masking her voice anymore definitely helped Elsa's heart soar.
She grinned, starstruck like on the first day she met her, and shook her head when she felt the blush on her cheeks. She turned around to grasp her mug of tea on the counter, and blew a little magic on it for the beverage to have the perfect temperature. The blonde tried it, and let out a satisfied humming, then did the exact same icy blow on the other mug next to it. She moved around the kitchen with both mugs in hands, and nudged the back door with her elbow and hip to go outside.
Honeymaren's singing voice now was clearer, and Elsa almost regretted to bring something that would interrupt it. At the sound of her steps on the dead leaves, leaving a sweet noise of crunches, the brunette turned with a smile.
"I made tea." Simply said the blonde, and she handed her her mug.
Honeymaren didn't react right away, her hands still on the rake, or rather she reacted to something else. With a grin, she put a hand on top of the stick, and leaned her cheek on it.
"What?" Smiled Elsa, because her grin was contagious.
"I think I'll never get tired of it."
The blonde blinked, confused, but then she remembered, since they had been married for years, that Honeymaren loved how generally undressed Elsa was. And indeed, the blonde was only wearing a simple pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt despite the autumn air. With a slight blush, Elsa shrugged.
"It's nothing. I just don't mind the cold, that's all."
"Still. It's amazing. I'm wearing a coat and a scarf!" Exclaimed the brunette, which meant a lot, because she came from a country with cold winters.
"Just take your mug, you flirt." Chuckled Elsa. She could see that Honeymaren's eyes clearly roamed her whole body, and had made a few seconds stop on her cleavage.
Honeymaren had a dorky giggle, and took the offered tea. Right before her fingers touched the mug, though, they both heard something fall in a pile of leaves below the tree a bit further. They turned, and frowned in sync.
A chirping caught their attention, and they walked to see what was going on. A tiny bird wriggled on the ground. Elsa melted in a touched and heartbroken way. "Oooh, poor baby."
Honeymaren put her rake against the tree and crouched. "It's a robin." She said, her voice just as tender as her wife's. "It probably fell from the nest."
They had spotted a family of birds a few days earlier, and done their best to not disturb them.
"Aw, it's adorable." Smiled Elsa when she saw how small the chirping baby was.
She waved her wrist to make the two mugs float in the air, which amused Honeymaren because Elsa could have done that since the beginning but preferred to hand her the mug directly. Then she crouched next to her, and delicately parted some leaves to see if the bird was hurt. He only seemed stunned, thankfully.
"It simply missed its flying lesson." Assured Honeymaren. "Those things take time."
They looked up to the nest, then to the baby bird again. Elsa smiled. "Yeah. I know how it is, to try to spread one's wings and fail on the first tries."
Honeymaren gave her a look, then smirked. "Are you referring to accepting your powers, or coming out?"
Elsa bit her lip. "...Both?"
The brunette chuckled and nudged her shoulder with hers.
"Come on, let's try to bring this little fella up there again."
"Wait! You shouldn't touch it with your bare hands. I heard that moms can smell foreign scents."
"Alright. I'm gonna use leaves then."
She carefully made a little taco-mitten formation with the leaves, and almost made a funny comment about it to her wife. But Elsa seemed very worried for the bird, so she forbid herself. Slowly, they both stood up, and Elsa crafted an ice stepladder for Honeymaren to reach the branch. Several birds were chirping there, and the brunette made sure to bump none of them.
Finally, the family was complete and safe, well at least until the next jump try. The two women smiled at each other, and Honeymaren dropped the leaves to the ground.
When she made her way down, though, she slipped on Elsa's ice, and the latter widened her eyes when she lost her balance and fell down. With quick reflexes, Elsa reached out and received her in her arms.
For a moment that seemed out of time, she held Honeymaren in bridal style, and the brunette was stunned by the situation. It reminded her of their wedding night, when she was the one who had carried Elsa over the threshold. Honeymaren looked at her with a grin.
"Well... Would you look at that. Is someone tired of being a bottom?" She teased, and Elsa instantly blushed.
However, the blonde didn't drop her to the ground. Not yet. She was enjoying this. It didn't mean that she couldn't tease her back, though.
"You know that I'm still in control of those two mugs, right? Do you want me to drop tea on your face?"
Honeymaren's eyes widened.