Sweet Nothings
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“I wasn’t expecting to see you here this evening.” He looked up from whatever document he’d been scribbling on so hastily. “Ah, yes, I suppose. What I really need help with is deciding what to do with them.”
“You’re not just going to throw them away, are you?” she asked with a hint of disbelief, as if the very suggestion was as damning as the deed.
“That wasn’t my intent,” he replied honestly, shifting in his chair as she came around to stand beside him. She leaned against the desk with her arm, gaze volleying between her conversation partner and his imposing sea of offerings. “Although if I did end up doing that, I wouldn’t want to carry it out in an obvious fashion—”
“Lest someone catch sight of it and get their feelings hurt?” she finished for him, her smile and tone more genuine now. “That’s very kind of you. Thoughtful. Considerate. But I know better than to expect anything less from you.”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, though, I really am not quite sure what to do with all of them.” He glanced over the heap, his expression betraying an obvious glimmer of dismay. “I mean, one or two would be one thing, but there are…many more than that, more than I can conceivably manage.”
“I guess we could share them with the others.” She trailed a finger across the desk’s surface, from its smooth edge to the base of one of the boxes. “I’m confident Tressa and Therion both have an acceptably exploitable sweet tooth. And I’m sure not all of these are edible, although when it comes to those items, I think the contents are going to turn out to be a little hit or miss.”
“Transporting them is going to be quite a task.”
“I can always employ some of the others to help with that, too,” Nova reassured, her focus still caught up in examining the gifts. “I guess this means you don’t need or want anything from me now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, I also made something for you, of course,” she explained, contemplatively tilting her head to the side. “I was planning on giving it to you after you got home from your lectures. And then I was thinking about just stopping by and surprising you with it…but I ended up deciding against that. So now I’m here, empty-handed, and you’ve got yet another gift awaiting you at home. But I presume you’re sick of looking at things like this? You did say you’ve got more than you can manage.”
Wariness seeped into his expression as he took a moment to analyze her aloof commentary. He couldn’t tell if her displeasure was as flippant as she was making it out to be. He never could be sure of that kind of thing when it came to her, since her suspicious and insecure nature was particularly difficult and sensitive to parse. Regardless of whether she meant it or not, he supposed responding in a reassuring fashion couldn’t hurt either way. He leaned forward and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. Before she had time to react, he drew her into a kiss that was both startling and electrifying.
Preparing to ask what had inspired him to such action, he cut her off to answer her as if he’d already read her mind. “I don’t need another gift when I’ve already got something as sweet as your kiss.”
She almost couldn’t hold her reflexes back from slapping him. Hard. Out of impulse, not because she didn’t appreciate his words, but because the minute he’d finished speaking her face lit up like a blazing summer sunset. He knew he’d triggered a response of resistance in her but was willing to accept the consequences if that’s what their exchange came to. Still holding her with a smile that made her heart want to give out proudly displayed on his face, she yielded to his assault and sank into his arms. He laughed lightly, nuzzling her temple and patting down the fur on one of her ears.
“You killed me, finished me, I’m done for,” she lamented into his shoulder, and he laughed louder this time, hugging her consolingly.
“Even if you think I was doing it just to disarm you, I hope you know that isn’t the case.”
“I know you meant it,” she continued in a muffled whine. “That’s what makes it worse.”
He responded with a light hum and adjusted her so she wasn’t slumped against him in an awkward position. “I look forward to seeing what you have waiting for me when we get home.”
“I don’t think I could ever come up with anything that outdoes you.”
“I’d argue you outdo me every day.” Now he was the one utilizing the teasing lilt. “Granting me the gift of your love is more than rewarding enough.”
“And you saying stuff like that only further proves my point.”
Despite her demeanor, she burrowed closer to him, using him as a shield against himself. He just barely perceived the faintest note of her purr, the vibration giving it away more than anything. If she just wanted to tuck herself away against him out of embarrassment, he was fine with that. Because despite all her nay-saying, instances like this only reinforced how much she truly didn’t mind. As long as it kept her nestling closer to him instead of pulling away, he’d recite as many sweet nothings to her as she liked.
Summary: “As long as it kept her nestling closer to him instead of pulling away, he’d recite as many sweet nothings to her as she liked.”
*Author’s Note*: Another quote summary because I’m awful!! And I like this line a lot!!! I couldn’t help myself and wrote 2 Valentine’s fics for today because I’m Big Love for all my boys and was just inspired feslgjesig also calling Cyrus my husband (because this would be post marriage for us) makes me want to pass out. Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!
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“Looks like someone’s got a few admirers.”
A playful smile danced on the young woman’s lips as she entered her husband’s office. A few was an understatement, but she was just teasing him, so accuracy wasn’t that important. She’d stopped by to visit him after hours, taking in the impressive stacks of gifts on his desk that greeted her from the doorway. They’d probably been nothing more than an intimidating heap when he’d first discovered them, but he was the type of person that didn’t let a mess endure before him for very long. A collection of colorfully wrapped packages, each of varying size and decoration. Most of them seemed reasonable, but she caught sight of a few suspiciously large ones that she didn’t know whether or not to advise him against opening.“I wasn’t expecting to see you here this evening.” He looked up from whatever document he’d been scribbling on so hastily. “Ah, yes, I suppose. What I really need help with is deciding what to do with them.”
“You’re not just going to throw them away, are you?” she asked with a hint of disbelief, as if the very suggestion was as damning as the deed.
“That wasn’t my intent,” he replied honestly, shifting in his chair as she came around to stand beside him. She leaned against the desk with her arm, gaze volleying between her conversation partner and his imposing sea of offerings. “Although if I did end up doing that, I wouldn’t want to carry it out in an obvious fashion—”
“Lest someone catch sight of it and get their feelings hurt?” she finished for him, her smile and tone more genuine now. “That’s very kind of you. Thoughtful. Considerate. But I know better than to expect anything less from you.”
“Now that you’ve mentioned it, though, I really am not quite sure what to do with all of them.” He glanced over the heap, his expression betraying an obvious glimmer of dismay. “I mean, one or two would be one thing, but there are…many more than that, more than I can conceivably manage.”
“I guess we could share them with the others.” She trailed a finger across the desk’s surface, from its smooth edge to the base of one of the boxes. “I’m confident Tressa and Therion both have an acceptably exploitable sweet tooth. And I’m sure not all of these are edible, although when it comes to those items, I think the contents are going to turn out to be a little hit or miss.”
“Transporting them is going to be quite a task.”
“I can always employ some of the others to help with that, too,” Nova reassured, her focus still caught up in examining the gifts. “I guess this means you don’t need or want anything from me now.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” He raised an eyebrow and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, I also made something for you, of course,” she explained, contemplatively tilting her head to the side. “I was planning on giving it to you after you got home from your lectures. And then I was thinking about just stopping by and surprising you with it…but I ended up deciding against that. So now I’m here, empty-handed, and you’ve got yet another gift awaiting you at home. But I presume you’re sick of looking at things like this? You did say you’ve got more than you can manage.”
Wariness seeped into his expression as he took a moment to analyze her aloof commentary. He couldn’t tell if her displeasure was as flippant as she was making it out to be. He never could be sure of that kind of thing when it came to her, since her suspicious and insecure nature was particularly difficult and sensitive to parse. Regardless of whether she meant it or not, he supposed responding in a reassuring fashion couldn’t hurt either way. He leaned forward and hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her against him. Before she had time to react, he drew her into a kiss that was both startling and electrifying.
Preparing to ask what had inspired him to such action, he cut her off to answer her as if he’d already read her mind. “I don’t need another gift when I’ve already got something as sweet as your kiss.”
She almost couldn’t hold her reflexes back from slapping him. Hard. Out of impulse, not because she didn’t appreciate his words, but because the minute he’d finished speaking her face lit up like a blazing summer sunset. He knew he’d triggered a response of resistance in her but was willing to accept the consequences if that’s what their exchange came to. Still holding her with a smile that made her heart want to give out proudly displayed on his face, she yielded to his assault and sank into his arms. He laughed lightly, nuzzling her temple and patting down the fur on one of her ears.
“You killed me, finished me, I’m done for,” she lamented into his shoulder, and he laughed louder this time, hugging her consolingly.
“Even if you think I was doing it just to disarm you, I hope you know that isn’t the case.”
“I know you meant it,” she continued in a muffled whine. “That’s what makes it worse.”
He responded with a light hum and adjusted her so she wasn’t slumped against him in an awkward position. “I look forward to seeing what you have waiting for me when we get home.”
“I don’t think I could ever come up with anything that outdoes you.”
“I’d argue you outdo me every day.” Now he was the one utilizing the teasing lilt. “Granting me the gift of your love is more than rewarding enough.”
“And you saying stuff like that only further proves my point.”
Despite her demeanor, she burrowed closer to him, using him as a shield against himself. He just barely perceived the faintest note of her purr, the vibration giving it away more than anything. If she just wanted to tuck herself away against him out of embarrassment, he was fine with that. Because despite all her nay-saying, instances like this only reinforced how much she truly didn’t mind. As long as it kept her nestling closer to him instead of pulling away, he’d recite as many sweet nothings to her as she liked.