[attr="class","mila2"] "mmm," she hums, her legs swinging playfully in the air as her fingers curl over the edge of the counter.

[break][break] 'a paralegal, huh?'

[break][break] to be honest, mila agreed with him. it made things much easier to think of him as an agent at the bureau, than whatever half-life he was trying to live. in a way, it was kind of nice. they were both living half-lives: her, in her attempt to run away from whatever past that she had, and him in his work at the bureau.

[break][break] plus, because she had met him that way, it was hard to think of him as anything else. to mila, he would always be the hot and sexy bureau agent who had saved her in her time of trouble.

[break][break] she reached into the bowl and smeared her finger against the leftover batter. as she brought it to her mouth, however, gunner took that moment to grab her.

[break][break] "hey — !"

[break][break] she let out a sudden squeal, laughter ringing in the air as he grabbed her and lifted her off the counter with ease. (had she mentioned that he was hot and sexy?) her legs wrapped around his as he easily walked across the room and lowered her into the nearby chair.

[break][break] mila giggled as he peppered her with kisses, lips snagging on his bottom lip as he did so.

[break][break] "i'm hungry," she murmured, voice lowering to desire. one of her hands tugged at the waistband of his pants, but rather than reaching into them, she used the distraction to draw a batter-smeared finger against his nose. she then bopped it, grinning at him, before turning her full attention to the pancakes in front of her.

[break][break] she grinned with delight, eager to dig into the meal.

[break][break] "thanks!" she quipped cheerfully, grabbing her utensils. with a knife and fork, she cut off a smile piece and let out a soft moan. "this is so good, gunner."

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves

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[attr="class","mila2"] His mom and brother?

[break][break] It was the first time that Gunner had ever mentioned them. In fact, it was the first time that he had mentioned his family at all.

[break][break] The thought occurred to her suddenly and her heart tumbled at the thought. She wasn't sure why it was, but suddenly, she was imagining a young Gunner Graves and a faceless brother rushing into a warm kitchen, shoving each other as they clambered for their adoring mother's attention. It was cute. So unbearably so that it made her heart squeeze in the worst of ways.

[break][break] "Well," she said, her voice taking on a teasing tone. "I'll have to start stealing recipes from your mom if — "

[break][break] Her words were cut off as suddenly, there was a sweet strawberry right in front of her. It was large and juicy, and —

[break][break] Gunner Graves had never fed her before.

[break][break] A blush rises to her cheeks, unbidden, her expression suddenly more vulnerable than anything she'd ever shown him before. It would be moments like this that she'd remember later — after she'd run away from him, after she'd convinced herself she didn't deserve him, after she told herself that his life would be better without her in it.

[break][break] Slowly but sweetly, her teeth closes around the sugary fruit and confectious colors burst in her mouth.

[break][break] A laugh follows, before Mila is doing the same. She sticks a fork in blueberries, pushing it against his lips.

[break][break] "Okay. Your turn."

[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves

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[attr="class","mila2"] Nervousness thrums in her hands in the split-second it takes Gunner Graves to swipe the blueberries from her fork. Her eyes focus on his, on the downward tilt of his face, of the confectious sugar on his lower lip, of the dark lashes on his cheek.

[break][break] When he pulls away, she is both relieved and disappointed, as she leans back into her chair and returns back to her own pancakes.

[break][break] Pancakes were never something that were common in the Alexopoulos household. Not in the same way these handmade ones were. The pancakes that she made for lykaios athanasia had never been quite as good, since they had always been of the boxed variety or leftovers from their mother's shift at the diner.

[break][break] "I said," she quips goodnaturedly, with a playful twirl of the fork in her hand. Her elbow sets against the table, her grin cheeky. "I'd steal them." She looks at him in a way that is nearly taunting — 'do you have a problem with it?'

[break][break] "Food as good as this is a crime when not shared."

[break][break] She brings another spoonful to her mouth, letting out another soft sigh of pleasure.

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves

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[attr="class","mila2"] bringing another bite her lips brings another bout of nostalgia. the fact that she's sharing this moment with Gunner Graves seems surreal, but there's something about the conformability of the moment that mila doesn't want to think about what it could mean. she likes the pink bubble she's in, and doesn't want to shatter it.

[break][break] until he does.

[break][break] this?

[break][break] a half-eaten strawberry pauses in the air before it meets her lips, eyes locked into lake-water blue.

[break][break] her heart stumbles, stuttering in her chest. it flutters dangerously with hope.

[break][break] "fuck the rules?" she asks. it went against everything she stood for, everything that was good. would they even work like that?

[break][break] but did it even matter?

[break][break] she gave a laugh, the fork dropped from her grip and clattering into the plate. she stood up, abandoning the breakfast in favor for climbing into gunner's lap.

[break][break] mila leans in, her hands leaning against the chair's back on opposite sides of her head. her face moments away from his, wearing a mischievous grin.

[break][break] "you're going to regret that," she said.

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[attr="class","ooc"] Gunner Graves

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