Peppermint Dream
Summary: You taste your future. Short fic.
A/N: Pointless fluffity fluff as I tried to keep myself awake during the election results in America. Feedback always welcomed.
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She tastes of your minty toothpaste and the Columbian coffee that you bought because Daniel told you how much she liked it. When your lips meet you can tase the peppermint tea she drinks in the morning before work and something inside you almost bursts because you're finally allowed to know what she drinks and that you can see her collection of science books sitting on your shelves, and you've decided that they had looked empty without them. You can look forward to having her in your arms as you watch Leno, her gentle laughs igniting something inside of you that you had truly believed was lost. It just feels so good that you are the reason she comes home, whether it be at six at night or three in the morning.
You try to forget him but she knows you, and your insecurities, too well. She rolls her eyes in that affectionate way as you stand in the kitchen, wrapping her arms around your neck, "I'm with you, aren't I?" She kisses your lips tenderly, brushing them together with what can only mean love.
You taste peppermint. And your future.
The End