Something I posted on Tumblr earlier. I'm such trash for it. :)
Abbie walked into the kitchen. Crane smiled at her as she passed him to sit on the edge of the counter. With his back toward her, he sung a song she didn't recognize. He intrigued her; she couldn't help but want to watch what he did. He chopped onions and carrots. Scooped them up to put them into the chicken and rice on the stove. He chopped more veggies, sprinkled seasoning into the pot, and stirred. It smelled amazing. He wanted to make her dinner. She let him. She wasn't completely herself yet, but getting there. She laughed, opened up a little bit more. He didn't push her. He waited, did little things for her, like the laundry, cleaning, cooking. She missed him and didn't mind him taking care of the house, taking care of her.
She enjoyed the quickness of his fingers, the movement of his back and shoulder blades beneath his shirt. She bit her lip as her eyes traveled to his butt. Nice. She crossed and swung her ankles. Crane was sexy when he cooked.
He finally faced her. "Dinner will be served shortly, Leftenant."
She nodded. "Can I taste?"
He scooped some chicken and rice on the stirring spoon. Blew it before he held it out to her.
"Careful. It may still be hot."
It was kind of spicy. "Good. Can you cut me a piece of the bread you made?"
"As you wish."
He placed the spoon on the cutting board, sliced a piece of whole wheat bread, and dipped it into the chicken and rice broth. He held it to her lips. She took half a bite. Then finished the rest, wrapping her lips around his thumb and finger.
Her legs parted, circled behind Crane's waist. He was close enough for her to pull him toward her. Her hands ran up his chest, through his hair. She kissed him while his arms circled her waist. He gripped her thighs as their tongues played together. He kissed her neck. She squeezed her legs tighter around him, moaned.
"Crane, the stove."
He sighed, hurried to switch everything off. They went back into their position. He stopped kissing her for a minute to look at her. He touched her cheek, wanting to make sure this was what she wanted right now. She hadn't been back long and still dealt with the trauma of being in the Catacombs. Was she ready for this? She was with Crane. She'd be ready for anything if he was next to her. She nodded.
"Lay down, Abbie."
When she did, he slid her pants and underwear off, got to his knees. He placed her legs around his neck and held her waist. As she felt his lips and tongue, she gasped and arched her back. Her fingernails scrapped against the counter top.