EVIE
I want your midnights
She wants to say there’s no need to thank her, not for what seems to be a basic kindness, a foundation of a budding relationship. Instead - because it’s clear this means a lot to him - Evie instead tilts her head just enough to the side to press a gentle kiss just below his eye. “Of course,” she murmurs there, wanting to impress upon him her care and affection. That she would wait however long he needed, because already he makes her so happy; anything beyond what he inspires here and now in her arms, it will merely be an additional gift. A soft groan of appreciation hums in her throat at the imagery of food he paints. “Maybe some green beans too?” she suggests, hopeful. Though not at all averse to meat, it’s no surprise Evie loves her vegetables.
So tangled up in the moment they’d created, it takes Evie by surprise to remember he’s entirely naked. Laughing and releasing him just enough for him to obtain his clothes, she shakes her head slightly with a despondent sigh. “Shame, that.” But it doesn’t stop her from snagging her own clothes, pulling on leggings, blouse, and coat before reaching for shoes last. Lazily pulling each to her with her magic so they might get to this delicious food faster. Straightening, she waits for him to take the lead so she can fall into step beside him, and only then does she hold her hand out for him to take if he desires.
