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“Better get cooking then, babe. I already told you I'm hungry. It's been a while since I last ate.” One hand detaches itself from Skyler’s waist, only to replace the point of contact with a grip over her own; two sets of fingers taking control of the movement of the wooden spoon as it descends into the pan. “Come on, I'll help. Don't make me wait.” His chin tilts downward until lips brush against her bare shoulder, blue eyes sparkling in equal measures mischief as it darkened for something more. [break][break]

Angelo briefly wonders why they’re even bothering any more, what with half of the ingredients spilled over the countertops and his hunger all but replaced with one that craves Skyler, rather than eggs. But there’s something tantalizing to the anticipation that lingers in the air, in the way that she leans back into his chest and breathes alluring ideas into his ear. Planting pictures in his head that draws him towards her, nose brushing against her cheek with a hum of contemplation. [break][break]

It’s a familiar dance. One that he falls into step with easily. Willingly. [break][break]

He leads their grip over the spoon through the egg mixture, stirring and folding as it begins to cook. Only the motion is a little too slow, Angelo’s focus split unevenly – distracted – causing some of it to start sticking stubbornly against the pan. Whoops. [break][break]

“You know,” he muses, ocean eyes drifting away from the cooker that he’s barely paying attention to, lips curled into a small grin as the thumb that remains on her hip brushes back and forth. Creating friction. “I’m starting to get a feeling that you can’t read.” There’s a hungry, playful glint in his eyes as he turns to face her again; another challenging advance in their never-ending game, seeking for the thing that’ll make Skyler back down and relent. Pushing. To find out what will pull the threads of determination to see her self-imposed task through loose. His breath fans against the corner of her mouth. [break][break]

“What did my apron say again?”



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He can feel her stomach muscles tense underneath his palm as laughter spills from Skyler’s lips, his touch having glided there in response to the sensation of her hips teasingly shifting against him – holding her close. Fingertips subtly graze back and forth against warm skin. Greedily seeking heat.[break][break]

At the sound of the delighted amusement bubbling into the air, Angelo’s lips naturally curl into a soft smile, unaware of just how greatly the sound charmed him. “Is that a threat, Sunshine? Or are you flirting with me?” He asks, an electric spark of anticipation appearing in blue eyes when both options promise a rush of addicting exhilaration. He’d readily welcome them, especially when the two were often intertwined with the other. [break][break]

Cooking was the least of his concerns now, wooden spoon discarded in the pan, as Skyler shifts in his embrace to face him. When he gazes down, his vision is claimed by moonlight eyes mirroring a similar desire, both of their hunger for the other exposed – shared. Angelo feels himself drawn into the inky depths, gravity pulling him into her orbit. “Giving up already? And you even had two letters right…” He teases on a soft breath, fingertips that had lingered over her stomach drifting towards her lower back so that he can hold her tighter to him, joining his now free hand in splaying across bare skin.  [break][break]

Following a newly memorised trail, he brushes the roughened pad of his thumb slowly against a scar. [break][break]

Ocean eyes fall half-mast at the sensation of Skyler’s arms winding around his shoulders, her fingertips scraping against his neck before entangling playfully in his hair. A warm, delighted shiver curls along his spine preluding a pleasant, unbidden hum. For a moment the hunger becomes lazily blissful, blurring his vision at the corners until only she remained, guiding him to lean down towards the sailor. Beckoned by her sirens song until her breath is drifting over his lips, uttering inviting temptations. [break][break]

Then she pulls away, brushing against his neck instead. Angelo’s eyes spark from the sensation as it combined with the sound of something too delicious to ignore – ocean blues suddenly turning turbulent.[break][break]

“Did The Captain Skyler Dross just admit that she was wrong?” Angelo’s smile curls into something mischievous, plucking and clinging to that specific part of her words, unable to resist himself. “I’d love to make you repeat yourself but…” A hand raises, grazing up her back and past her shoulder, to become entangled in golden hair behind her ear. Pulling Skyler towards his lips like she tugged on the edges of his sanity – relentless and hungry. [break][break]

It’s not until her back has hit the kitchen countertop that he parts, barely leaving an inch as he murmurs on husky, breathless tones. A knowing, self-satisfied smirk dances over her mouth. “Good thing we don’t have to go anywhere then, right…?” [break][break]

If something, far away, starts to burn then he doesn’t notice…



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