Your Lady
You knelt where you belonged, next to your Dame's chair as she sat at the kitchen table. Pastries decorated the surface. You leaned against the side of her leg, gazing up at the side profile of her pretty face. Her adorable little nose and lovely, red hair. At your warm touch, Brigitte glanced down at you with a small smile on her lips and brighter smile in her eyes. She rubbed your upper arm and went back to eating, shoving the last bite of her semla in her mouth and chewing. Her eyes closed in bliss, and you smiled at her happiness.
"We should have gotten more!" boomed Reinhardt across the table. "Zis will not be enough."
"As if we can't just get more," said Brigitte.
"I could get some if you want, Meine Dame," you offered.
"Don't worry about it," she said, waving away your offer. It was just nice that you offered. She takes a small plate from the table and leans over to place it in front of you. "I know you like the ones with jam." She then handed you a small fork. "No need to eat like an actual dog, Sötnos."
The plate had a sweet bun on it, cut in half and filled with a thick layer of whipped cream and jam under the cream. You angled the fork to cut a piece off the pastry. Whipped cream squeezed out the sides when you applied pressure. You made an effort to stuff the messy piece into your mouth.
You reached up to your face to wipe the whipped cream off.
"Mm-mm," gently scolded Brigitte.
You lifted your cheek towards her, and she sucked the cream off with sweet, noisy kisses and loving hums.
"Ah, young love," gushed Reinhardt.
Brigitte straightened up in her chair to regard him cheerfully. "I'm still surprised you're okay with this."
Reinhardt scoffed and bit into his cinnamon roll. "Habeenuz duhzen't bohzer me," he said, chewing.
"Ha!" She grinned and flung her ponytail over her shoulder.
"Besides," he continued, "zere's nothing wrong going on here."
Meine Dame: My lady Sötnos: Sweetnose