"Yes, I love it keep going."
Bruce's fingers traced lightly along her side. Slow. Familiar. Unhurried in the way only someone who already had her could be.
"That's good."
Sophie's whisking slowed for just a second as she tried to resist his caress playfully.
Bruce scoffed at her weak attempt, "That resistance is not convincing enough... Keep cooking while I do my thing..."
She huffed softly, but there was no real resistance in it. If anything, her body leaned a fraction closer to his, betraying her before her words could.
"You're supposed to be observing."
"I am."
"This is not observing."
"It is."
She shook her head faintly, but didn't push him away. Instead, she leaned back just slightly into him as she continued whisking, letting her shoulders rest against his chest, letting the warmth of him settle along her back.
The motion steadied again.
"You're impossible," she murmured.
"And you're still cooking perfectly."
"…That's because I've improved."
