A/N:Because really...who doesn't love an accent?
Hearing
He was on about something again, his deep voice drifting in and out of the syllables – relaxed, unrushed, a slight undertone that hinted at the conversation taking a turn into somewhat heated in the very-near future. It was so horribly sexy that Sophie couldn't even think straight. She only understood half of what he said. And, if she was going to be entirely honest with herself, she wasn't listening to a thing. Oh, she was hearing him. She was hearing that incredibly melting accent of his and trying to keep the smitten look off her face. She just wasn't listening to a word of it.
She loved Aster to distraction, but she was woman enough to realize and admit to herself that the accent was an added perk. And when he really got going, when the accent became so thick that it was impossible to make out much of anything, it took every ounce of will power not to jump him. Like right now. But of course, jumping him meant putting a stop to that gorgeous accent.
"I mean, he's gotta take the holiday seriously. It's not just about eggs! Got tickets on himself, that one does. Thinkin' his holiday takes precedence over any others. Easter's just as important, right?"
Sophie sat up and blinked, realizing that the conversation had shifted to involve her. She sat silently, her mind racing to piece together whatever words she could remember him saying so that she could throw out the correct answer.
"Sure?"
"Thank you!" Aster nearly shouted, then quickly went back into his tirade. With a sigh and a smile, Sophie propped her chin in her hand and happily went back to hearing him.