[ lips ] sender caresses receiver's lips with their fingertip @walkedfire
the kitchen is filled with the scent of fresh baked cookies and music playing from the other room. the counters are a mess, sure, and gen might be covered in nearly half a bag of flour, but there's at least three plates overflowing with near perfect cookies sitting on the table and she feels accomplished. she'd insisted on making them to take to one of athena and bobby's famous bbq's, also making a fresh peach cobbler, and they'd spent nearly all day on them. it isn't a secret that she wants to impress them, they mean something to buck, and she hopes that this will assist in the efforts to.
they've come to the realization that they aren't going to run, that whatever it is between them is solid and steady and while that would usually trigger the need to leave, she hasn't felt it once. the only running she wants to do is her daily morning jog and to him , not away, and it's a first. it scared her at first, unsure of it was just a delayed reaction, but it hasn't even been an itch of a feeling. it's all so simple and sweet and something that feels like it could be it.
they hear the door open, too focused on finishing touches to do more than call out a quick "in the kitchen", attempting to keep her concentration when she feels his arms wrap around her waist. she can't, not that she minds, and with a warm sigh she puts down the measuring cup in her hand. gen presses back into buck and looks up at him, smiling lazily, he smells like smoke but she doesn't mind that either.
"there's a baggie of extras and mess ups in the pantry, before you ask, and you can have one right now." she shifts so that she's facing him, head tilting back to be able to see him. they take in his face, it's happy, tired but still happy, and she's about to speak again and tell him about dinner being a now cold pizza but his hand is on her face and all thoughts vanish.
his thumb brushes the corner of her mouth and gen can't help but move so she can wrap her lips around it, softly, grinning when she tastes chocolate. "i had maybe like ten already, just like, had to make sure they tasted okay." his fingers don't leave her lips and she feels a warmth in her toes that spreads through her in a rush, hand coming up to grip his wrist, pulling it away gently.
"hey, i still gotta make like one more batch, be patient. i'll let you lick the spoon if you are."
