She grinned up at him as he set the plate down in front of her, briefly touching his hand in a silent 'thank you'. If it hadn't been fresh out of the pan she'd have picked up the pancake, rolled it like a taquito, and inhaled it in three bites. It took every ounce of self control she possessed to instead take the time to put butter and syrup on it, then use a fork to cut off a piece and blow on it to cool it down.
Once the first bite was down, the floodgates were opened. It felt like she lost control of her own body - again. After she swallowed the last bite, she wasn't even completely sure she had tasted it. Sheepishly she looked in his direction and was relieved to see him focused on his cooking. Something had changed that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Not in him, per se, but in the way she saw him. He wasn't America's hero any more. He was her hero. Hers. And all the anxiety she had felt around being intimate with him was gone.
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Date: 2023-01-10 11:21 pm (UTC)Once the first bite was down, the floodgates were opened. It felt like she lost control of her own body - again. After she swallowed the last bite, she wasn't even completely sure she had tasted it. Sheepishly she looked in his direction and was relieved to see him focused on his cooking. Something had changed that she couldn't quite put her finger on. Not in him, per se, but in the way she saw him. He wasn't America's hero any more. He was her hero. Hers. And all the anxiety she had felt around being intimate with him was gone.
"Maybe next time, we can have breakfast in bed."