Price: Kate, can you look at this report for me- Uh-
Laswell: *draped over her desk face down*
Price: Are you alright?
Laswell, muffled: I miss my wife
Price:
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Price: Kate, can you look at this report for me- Uh-
Laswell: *draped over her desk face down*
Price: Are you alright?
Laswell, muffled: I miss my wife
Price:
regulus who has little to no free time making some time to watch james’ current hyperfixation so they can talk about it together
“mouth” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 306 words
“baking” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 20 - @noblehouseofgay
Baking cookies is reasonably easy and being with James is even easier. Their conversations come naturally, and silences are always comfortable, and tonight is no different. They talk about everything and nothing while they start measuring and combining ingredients. James does the measuring; Regulus does the mixing.
Regulus is whisking and James steps up behind him to look over his shoulder, letting his hands find their rightful home on Regulus’ hips. “You are doing a fantastic job.” James tells him.
Regulus rolls his eyes. “I’m mixing butter and sugar together, it’s not a hard job.”
“And an egg!” James is mockingly outraged that Regulus didn’t mention the egg.
Regulus huff a laugh, “Sorry, and an egg.” He corrects himself. “Will you get the flour?” Regulus turns his head to ask James, and he sees a mischievous smile grow on his face. “And no flour fights.” He adds.
“But—” James whines.
“James.” Regulus warns with a smile.
James huffs, “Fine.” And he kisses the side of Regulus’ neck before he steps away to get the flour.
James adds the rest of the ingredients to Regulus’ bowl, successfully not starting a flour fight. Regulus does end up with flour on the tip of his nose, but he lets it slide.
James’ job is done so he hops up on the counter and starts tossing chocolate chips in the air and catching them in his mouth. Regulus just shakes his head with a fond smile while he starts scooping the cookie dough onto the baking sheet.
They continue to talk and banter about everything and nothing and it’s just easy. These are some of Regulus’ favorite moments with James. When they can just be together, doing something together, but not really doing much of anything. Nothing’s really happening, but for Regulus, these are the moments that mean everything.
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Also I fucking love being inside my dom and fucking her. The way she loses her composure, screaming and moaning, grinding her hips. Having her face down ass up in front of me is such a privilege. Her vulnerability. Blurring the line between our roles. Trusting me to take care of her and still respect her when she takes the lead. I can't think of anything more holy.
Will falls asleep on a blanket outside on the grass and when he wakes up, a forget-me-not falls on his nose and soon he realizes there are many forget-me-nots in his curls. Hannibal is reading next to him on the blanket. He puts the book down.
"I just knew they would match your beautiful eye color, dearest."