Zavien
Never regret anything that made you smile
Grimacing at her polite decline, Zavien breathed an airy laugh. "Smart choice." He gathered the forks as she moved for the plates, once again becoming aware of every inch between them as if he was measuring how quickly he could cross the distance. A single thought occupied his brain, casual and as natural as the breeze, I'll need to get more options for next time.
Zavien blinked. Next time. He wanted there to be a next time. Gods, he wanted desperately for there to be a next time, for Soh to be wearing his shirt giggling in his kitchen, for there to be intimate sex and more intimate showers, for them to wake up curled in each other's arms after the best night of sleep. He wanted to do it a million times over.
The realization knocked his focus, his next breath straining against the tightness in his ribs. He set the silverware next to the plates and grabbed them two cups for water while she doted on the companions. That light laugh only made it harder for him to take a sip, the water doing nothing to ease the ache.
Sol practically materialized next to Soh, tail wagging expectantly as he gave a small chirp, inhaling as many pieces as she was willing to offer. Zavien took that as his moment to intervene, a smile plastered to his lips as he admitted, "I usually just scarf it down in the kitchen." But that didn't seem appropriate for someone he was trying to impress, so he gathered their breakfast and gestured towards the table. "Let's sit at the table."
As he walked forward, his gaze flicked to the couch where their clothes were still strewn about, unable to push aside the memories before they flashed by. The heat they'd shared, the pleasure, the tenderness. A warmth threatened to spread towards his face, his eyes focusing intently on the seat he pulled out for Soh until he could smile at her without his blush betraying him, indicating that she should sit first.
Zavien blinked. Next time. He wanted there to be a next time. Gods, he wanted desperately for there to be a next time, for Soh to be wearing his shirt giggling in his kitchen, for there to be intimate sex and more intimate showers, for them to wake up curled in each other's arms after the best night of sleep. He wanted to do it a million times over.
The realization knocked his focus, his next breath straining against the tightness in his ribs. He set the silverware next to the plates and grabbed them two cups for water while she doted on the companions. That light laugh only made it harder for him to take a sip, the water doing nothing to ease the ache.
Sol practically materialized next to Soh, tail wagging expectantly as he gave a small chirp, inhaling as many pieces as she was willing to offer. Zavien took that as his moment to intervene, a smile plastered to his lips as he admitted, "I usually just scarf it down in the kitchen." But that didn't seem appropriate for someone he was trying to impress, so he gathered their breakfast and gestured towards the table. "Let's sit at the table."
As he walked forward, his gaze flicked to the couch where their clothes were still strewn about, unable to push aside the memories before they flashed by. The heat they'd shared, the pleasure, the tenderness. A warmth threatened to spread towards his face, his eyes focusing intently on the seat he pulled out for Soh until he could smile at her without his blush betraying him, indicating that she should sit first.
