A little Yenskier drabble for the Fluffbruary prompts 27 "kitchen", "bell" and "sun". Enjoy!

He watches the morning sun catch on her raven hair as she rummages in the kitchen, an unusual sight.

"What? I can cook," Yennefer says, turning around to her lover, the curves of her lips a radiant red.

It smells delicious. Pancakes with blueberries, a wonderful treat. They eat outside between the flowers of spring.

On the veranda, Jaskier kisses Yennefer's blueberry lips. The sun is shining from a cloudless, blue sky. She laughs as he tickles her, the silvery sound of sweet bells. Two lovers intertwined on the bench, their hearts singing, burning. Their own true love's kiss.

Eternal.