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30 - Sweet sound of music

Y/n was working around the kitchen, unaware of what the ymbryne was up to. Last she had seen her, Alma was with the children outside, but her mind was elsewhere as she worked on making dinner. The younger woman had persuaded the ravenette to go with the children, letting her know she could handle with preparing the food that night. It was the least she could do.

The woman worked with stirring the pot she was preparing the pasta in, mindful that it didn't overboil and put the lid back on top, working to set the table as she waited to put the sauce on top.

I saw her in the rightest way
Looking like Anne Hathaway

Humming softly to herself, she opened the doors to the dining room and walked back to the kitchen to dig out plates and carried them to the dinner table, carefully setting them down by each seat. The woman walked back into the kitchen, this time taking the silverware and glasses of water to the table, unaware of the older woman's presence by the kitchen doorway when she walked back.

Laughing while she hit her pen
And coughed, and coughed

Not knowing the ymbryne by the doorway as she cleaned the dishes from earlier, y/n quietly sang under her breath, but Alma still heard it because of her enhanced hearing.

And then she came up to my knees
Begging baby, would you please
Do the things you said you'd do
To me, to me?

The older woman let her gaze run along the woman, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks as she listened, resting the side of her head against the frame of the doorway. She wasn't familiar with the song, but y/n's voice was enough to draw her in.

Oh, won't you kiss me on the mouth and love me like a sailor?
And when you get a taste, can you tell me what's my flavor?

A small smile went across y/n's lips, a faint blush spreading across her own cheeks as she thought of the older woman, though her movements didn't falter as she rinsed off the plates she was washing.

I don't believe in God, but I believe that you're my savior
My mom says that she's worried,  but I'm covered in this favor
And when we're getting dirty, I forget all that is wrong
I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to wait so long
I sleep so I can see you 'cause I hate to..

Y/n trailed off, Alma suddenly snapping out of the trance and meeting her eyes, noticing the younger woman had noticed her and a silence filled the room. Y/n felt her cheeks burn brightly, Alma feeling her lips twitch up as she grew flustered, a faint pink dusting over the ravenettes cheeks.

"I didn't know you were there." Y/n says, her voice quiet with an embarrassed smile, clearing her throat.

"I was going to announce my presence, but I didn't want to interrupt." Alma smiles, walking over to her and tucked a strand of her hair back, chuckling softly at the blush that went across her cheeks. "You have a beautiful voice, my darling."

"Thanks." The younger woman says softly, the pink in her cheeks burning even brighter when she felt the ymbryne rest her hands against her face, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. A smile went across the woman's face, feeling the headmistress place another kiss on her cheek before stopping at her lips. The older woman leaned in, y/n closing the space and gave her a chaste kiss, Alma deepening it for a moment before she had to pull away when she heard someone enter the home.

"We'll continue this later, love." She smiles, placing a kiss on the tip of y/n's nose before turning to leave.

"Oh, dinner is done by the way. If you'd like me to help you gather the others." The woman smiles and the ravenette turned to take her hand instead.

"I'd gladly take any opportunity to spend more time with you." Alma smiles, giving her hand a gentle squeeze and y/n returned the grin, following her outside.