As we sat down with a large serving of pancakes drenched in syrup he looked up me with an approving smile and took a bite. He closed his eyes as he gently chewed then moaned in approval, the sight felt familiar enough for me to look away and eat my own food.
"This is bloody beautiful. I don't think I've ever had better pancakes." He whimpered as I choked a little on my food.
"You're just famished." I said, my voice throatier than I meant it to be, this was getting extremly hot extremely fast.
He looked up at me and I grudgingly looked into his eyes, the blue only a small rim around the dark black. The bastard.
"You sound a little agitated." He said with a smirk. "Plus you haven't eaten at all." His voice was low and dangerous. I was struggling to keep my breathing even.
"I'm a slow eater." Was all I managed, by voice barely a whisper.
"Well then I think." He paused to slide the cutlery from my fingers. My sharp intake of breathe from his touch too loud to go unnoticed. "I think you need a little help." He finished as he pulled my plate to himself and cut a piece from my food. He then picked it up and gently bought it to my mouth, me, to entranced to even object as I normally would to such a patronising act. I just parted my lips as he slid in the warm nibble into my mouth, dripping with syrup and the cold fork touched my lip. I closed my teeth around it and pulled the piece off, all the while my eyes glued to his as his was to mine. I then obediently chewed my food and swallowed it. Parting my lips as I craved more of whatever that was. He shifted in his stool a little, clearly affected. He then bought his thumb up and brushed it lightly against my bottom lip as I poked my tongue out to moisten it. My tongue brushed against his thumb as both of our breathing was reduced to a hiss. I slid my tongue in as he bought his thumb to his lips and licked it clean of the syrup that I tasted on his finger.
"I think we should eat our own food." I said with a shamefully breathless voice. He coughed and agreed and passed me my plate back. Quietly we ate.
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FanficLife is more than just alcohol and strangers. But Rachael Daniels has either forgotten that or has chosen to ignore it. Either way life has other plans. We don't go by life without feelings and laced in indifference, we can't. One day's drastic turn...
