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spin_kick_snap) wrote2020-02-14 02:34 pm
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House in Limbo City, Limbo City, Valentine's Day
Last year, Dante had surprised them all but good with his Roseapalooza and decision to make breakfast. Kathy wasn't quite that crazy - that was reserved for Christmas, with minor bleedthrough for Thanksgiving - but she wasn't going to let this year go without a return volley.
Which meant baking. In a tiny red pinup apron over never-you-mind and heels definitely not intended for use in the kitchen, but still...baking. And, you know, a bit of tempering and molding chocolate, too. But by that afternoon, she had a two dozen roses for Dante and two dozen roses for Anders.
And a couple extra each for herself because she wasn't stupid thank you. She loved them, but the boys were bad at sharing.
Food, anyway.
Which meant baking. In a tiny red pinup apron over never-you-mind and heels definitely not intended for use in the kitchen, but still...baking. And, you know, a bit of tempering and molding chocolate, too. But by that afternoon, she had a two dozen roses for Dante and two dozen roses for Anders.
And a couple extra each for herself because she wasn't stupid thank you. She loved them, but the boys were bad at sharing.
Food, anyway.
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And then her mouth met his.
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She tasted sweet, like she'd been tasting as she baked, or maybe it was just her. She tasted like home.
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"Mmm," she murmured in her throat, sighing into the kiss. Drawing it out, long and sweet.
Never got old. Not even a little bit.
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