Hello Beautiful (@yourfaithfulcompanion)




“I can clean it up later, I don’t mind…” she trailed off, not wanting to sound like she was telling him what to do. She gave him a sly little smile as she swished the wine in the glass before taking a sip. “I seem to recall a particularly thrilling activity in the kitchen one time.” the good times they had shared were seared into her mind like a video. She could almost still feel herself pressed over the kitchen table, gasping each time it slammed into the wall, her fingers digging into the wood, wishing for nothing but to see him, the one thing this position denied her and his hand in her hair, furthering the delicious torment.

She had downed half the glass thinking about it without even realizing it. 

She swiftly put it down and took a hesitant first bite of the pasta, closing her eyes and savouring it. “It’s perfect.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I’ve got it. Besides, I think it’s about time I start waiting on you again, don’t you? And what do you mean one time? I can think of at least three!”

The memories came surging back all at once, and he let out a low hiss in spite of himself.

“God those were good times,” he murmured, running his tongue over his lower lip. The images were so fresh and vivid in his mind, he could almost taste Lucy all over again… feel her every movement… hear her begging…

A pot slipped from his hand and splashed soapy water across his shirt. Laughing, he turned back to Lucy, cocking an eyebrow at her.

“Perfect? Since when has ‘perfect’ ever described my cooking?” he teased. “Because I can distinctly remember a number of times we’ve had to sit with trashcans by the dinner table just in case…”

“You don’t need to, really…” she trailed off. More memories sprang into her mind at his mention of it. The time against the fridge. The one on the counter. “We really did abuse the kitchen, didn’t we?” she asked. They had the best times, the best little games. 

She laughed. “Well, you’ve improved. You got in practice.” she took another sip of her wine. “I like it. Thank you very much.”

"I’m glad you do," he said, smirking slightly. He moved over to her, then kissed her cheek.

"And you should know… I’ve improved on a lot of things, love…”

dear cas