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Post by Leo/ Clundy on Jun 17, 2024 23:10:18 GMT
Ripley didn't lean away from Atticus as he encroached on his space. He turned his head to look at him and grinned. He was amused that Atticus was avoiding the question. Why? He couldn't tell. But, he'd let it go this time.
"I think mean is a strong word. Necessary maybe," Ripley answered honestly as he added some spices to the chicken. Then he picked it up and tossed it into the pan to officially cook.
Ripley chuckled at his own words and Atticus' avoidance of the original question as he reached for a paper towel to clean his hands off. As he wiped his hands he faced Atticus fully, leaned against the counter, cupped the back of Atticus' neck and gently pulled him closer. Inviting him into his space.
"Because you kiss me like you mean it when you're jealous," He whispered in a lower voice.
He didn't move closer or further away. Just stood there, holding the exile leader in a caress as he stared at his eyes and smirked like a snake that was playing with it's prey.
"Go ahead and strain the pasta, Gewaardeerde leier," he ordered gently and then gave him a tiny peck on his nose before once again turning his back to Atticus and focusing again on the food they were preparing.
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