kawa~ inspiration #69
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Title~ First Night
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 69. Ramnaré's and Ika's first night in thier own~~ home, aww X3
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Ramnaré rested back in her chair, laying her hands on her stomach and smiling warmly. She was content to just sit and gaze into Ika’s beautiful golden-brown eyes opposite her.
“That was the best meal I have ever eaten in my whole life,” Ramnaré lavished.
“I should hope so,” Ika grinned, laying her cutlery on her empty plate. “You paid for it.”
“But you cooked it. Just for me this time. No other housemates, not leftovers from what you’ve cooked for the king… just for me.”
Ika dipped her eyes down modestly, and Ramnaré could see a slight blush rising in her cheeks. “Well… it’s not quite finished yet. There’s dessert to come.”
The healer patted her stomach and pushed her plate away from her with a slight shake of her head. “I couldn’t eat another mouthful. Can it wait for an hour or so?”
Ika nodded. “We’ll have to eat it tonight though.” She looked up and reached out to her wine glass, still with one remaining mouthful of rich Llayan wine. “To our first night in our own house.”
Ramnaré raised her own glass. “May there be many more.” She downed the last mouthful of her wine and set the glass back on the table. “Though maybe not with Llayan wine.”
“I don’t know,” Ika argued, “I quite liked it. I’ve never really been so much a beer kind of girl anyway.”
“Hmm…” Ramnaré was lost in Ika’s eyes again. She drew herself to her feet and sauntered around to Ika’s side of the table, offering out one hand to the smaller girl.
Ika grinned broadly, gladly accepting Ramnaré’s offer. She yelped as Ramnaré hooked one arm behind her knees and whisked the chef from her feet, then giggled and hung her arms around Ramnaré’s neck.
Ramnaré tried her best not to stumble. She hadn’t expected the little chef to be quite so heavy, but she couldn’t back out now. She smiled warmly and lifted Ika a little higher, enough so she could duck her head down and plant a firm kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.
“Mmm…” the chef murmured. Ramnaré felt her hot tongue lick against her teeth before sliding smoothly into her mouth. She could still taste the rich, spicy sauce of their meal in that kiss. The same warm tingle as ever ran over Ramnaré’s skin, down her spine and all over her arms. It was stronger this time though. This was their house now. There was no danger of anyone invading their privacy.
“No words?” Ika asked with a grin, looking back at Ramnaré with cheeky eyes.
The tingle strengthened again, prickling at the hair on Ramnaré’s scalp. “Not a one,” she murmured back.
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ kawa~ 69. Ramnaré's and Ika's first night in thier own~~ home, aww X3
Ramnaré rested back in her chair, laying her hands on her stomach and smiling warmly. She was content to just sit and gaze into Ika’s beautiful golden-brown eyes opposite her.
“That was the best meal I have ever eaten in my whole life,” Ramnaré lavished.
“I should hope so,” Ika grinned, laying her cutlery on her empty plate. “You paid for it.”
“But you cooked it. Just for me this time. No other housemates, not leftovers from what you’ve cooked for the king… just for me.”
Ika dipped her eyes down modestly, and Ramnaré could see a slight blush rising in her cheeks. “Well… it’s not quite finished yet. There’s dessert to come.”
The healer patted her stomach and pushed her plate away from her with a slight shake of her head. “I couldn’t eat another mouthful. Can it wait for an hour or so?”
Ika nodded. “We’ll have to eat it tonight though.” She looked up and reached out to her wine glass, still with one remaining mouthful of rich Llayan wine. “To our first night in our own house.”
Ramnaré raised her own glass. “May there be many more.” She downed the last mouthful of her wine and set the glass back on the table. “Though maybe not with Llayan wine.”
“I don’t know,” Ika argued, “I quite liked it. I’ve never really been so much a beer kind of girl anyway.”
“Hmm…” Ramnaré was lost in Ika’s eyes again. She drew herself to her feet and sauntered around to Ika’s side of the table, offering out one hand to the smaller girl.
Ika grinned broadly, gladly accepting Ramnaré’s offer. She yelped as Ramnaré hooked one arm behind her knees and whisked the chef from her feet, then giggled and hung her arms around Ramnaré’s neck.
Ramnaré tried her best not to stumble. She hadn’t expected the little chef to be quite so heavy, but she couldn’t back out now. She smiled warmly and lifted Ika a little higher, enough so she could duck her head down and plant a firm kiss on her girlfriend’s lips.
“Mmm…” the chef murmured. Ramnaré felt her hot tongue lick against her teeth before sliding smoothly into her mouth. She could still taste the rich, spicy sauce of their meal in that kiss. The same warm tingle as ever ran over Ramnaré’s skin, down her spine and all over her arms. It was stronger this time though. This was their house now. There was no danger of anyone invading their privacy.
“No words?” Ika asked with a grin, looking back at Ramnaré with cheeky eyes.
The tingle strengthened again, prickling at the hair on Ramnaré’s scalp. “Not a one,” she murmured back.