Her eyes had drifted closed while she waited for Steve, and she opened them again at the sound of his voice, turning her head slightly so she could look up at him more easily. "Thanks, sugar," she replied just as softly, though her voice was a good deal rougher than his.
Taking the package from him, she fished out one of the little individually wrapped drops. It was automatic for her to twist it open and pop the drop into her mouth, letting it rest on her tongue as the menthol and lemon swept over her tongue. The cool rush on her throat was a relief, the numbing sensation almost immediately starting to take effect, and she sighed quietly.
He was wearing his apron, she noted, reaching out to set a hand on his leg, her fingers wrapping around the hem of the apron as she offered him a small smile. She always enjoyed it when he wore his apron.
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Date: 2017-02-26 07:29 am (UTC)Taking the package from him, she fished out one of the little individually wrapped drops. It was automatic for her to twist it open and pop the drop into her mouth, letting it rest on her tongue as the menthol and lemon swept over her tongue. The cool rush on her throat was a relief, the numbing sensation almost immediately starting to take effect, and she sighed quietly.
He was wearing his apron, she noted, reaching out to set a hand on his leg, her fingers wrapping around the hem of the apron as she offered him a small smile. She always enjoyed it when he wore his apron.