Christmas eve at the little workshop (open) - Creator's Workshop

He had just started some coffee for himself when she came out, and he watched her walking across the floor. He made absolutely no bones about the fact that he was watching her walk, blue eyes looking her over from head to toe. Silently, he nodded. When he found the words to speak, he sounded a little hoarse. "Approve? Oh, yes. Most definitely." Was it so wrong that he wanted her? That her wandering around in just a tank top and panties meant that his first thought was what she might look like, what expression she might have on her face, if he were to just grab her, bend her over the kitchen counter and took her right there? He only hoped he wasn't telegraphing his thoughts too loudly. Kindred, he knew, could read minds.

Maybe she couldn't read minds, though his expression might have revealed some although not everything, as the blond bit her lip and slowly tilted her head to the other side. Watching him closely with those big blue eyes that seemed to be trying to figure out what was going through his mind just by looking at him.
But seeing that she couldn't actually read his mind (not that she would've done it even if she could), the easiest approach? Was simply to ask, wasn't it?

"Penny for your thoughts?" she chuckled, taking a step closer to him without looking away.

Honestly? If he did grab her it wasn't as if she'd fight him, now was it? That much he probably knew by now.

Manners dictated that he didn't actually answer that completely truthfully. He wouldn't lie to her. He had no urge to. But to actually tell her exactly what his thoughts might have been? Well, he might have offended her if he did that. And that was the last thing he wanted to do. Color rose to his cheeks when he answered her. "I was thinking that you look beautiful. And that I want you." It wasn't a lie. He just didn't go into any big, graphic details of it.

He blushed? What did he think she'd do then?

"Oh..." that was really all she could say for a moment wishing her own cheeks hadn't decided to try and match his. The Caitiff crossed her ankles, her hands behind her back as she let one naked foot trace a small circle on the floor.
"Well..." okay so she was looking down because she knew she was just going to blush harder when she said it. "What's stopping you...?"

"Respect," he said, without any hesitation. He still watched her, but at least now, his eyes were on her foot, as it traced across the floor. He smiled in an embarrassed sort of way, eventually bringing his eyes back up to hers. He still blushed, but he was getting himself under control. "I said that I'd have breakfast, and then a shower with you. In reality, sex is not the only reason I enjoy spending time with you. It's nice, don't misunderstand, but there's more to you, more to us, then just that."

"It's not disrespectful to want someone" she said, still tracing that circle with her foot. "Specially not when that someone wants you too" she said softly as she slowly looked up at him again with a gentle smile to meet his eyes.
"But yes... there is more to this than just sex" the Caitiff said as she closed the short distance between herself and him, moving her hands from behind her back to place one on his chest. "Us... I like that" a lot.

She came to him. She didn't seem offended by his desire, and that was good. Then again, he hadn't voiced his entire desire, either. He hadn't told her the details of what he had wanted. That likely salvaged the situation, in the German's mind. His arms went around her, sliding around her waist and resting lightly against her. One on her lower back, one on her hip, as he leaned close enough to brush his cheek against hers. "It may not be disrespectful. But there's time. We've got time. And I'm not likely to want you any less an hour from now than I do right now. If anything, I'll likely want you more. The one thing we have plenty of is time."

The blond's eyes closed as she felt his hands on her, felt the brush of his cheek against her as her free hand traced up his chest and around his shoulder to rest on the back of his neck while she leaned her head forward enough to rest it against his shoulder.
"Mmm, we got time. And you're mine tonight...." Teddy smiled, a light arching of her back moving her body up against his. "And when you decide you want me... I'm yours..." she added in a soft whisper, brushing her lips slowly across the side of his neck before kissing his skin with cool lips. The touch lingering for a few moments as her fingers pressed gently against his skin in caress, allowing herself the feel of his warm body and the sound of his heart and his breathing.

He was... distracting... in a such a good way.

"Mm, breakfast?"

"One more moment," he murmured. He smiled, feeling her body moving against his. It was sweet, the way she brushed against him. he loved it, really, the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest, the dainty hips that he held in his hands. "Just want to hold you for another minute. Is that okay?"

"I'll give you two if you want" came the soft chuckle, the Caitiff's smile both in her voice and across her lips. Her arms still around him as she leaned against him gently, loving every moment of resting in the safety of his embrace. Her eyes closed as gentle fingers traced his skin with a loving touch.
The smile lingering even as her voice turned to a soft whisper under her breath.
"Heck... make it three..." she sighed.

He started to chuckle. Then to outright laugh, though it was a pleasant sound. He held her close, his body moving against hers in that same warm embrace. "I really should eat something, you know."

And for that he earned a light nip from her teeth to his shoulder.
"You're the one who said you wanted to hold me a little longer" Teddy smiled up at him, her fingers rubbing his neck for a moment before moving into his hair and gently grabbing a fist full of it as she pushed herself up on her toes. "But since you're impatient" she said with a light kiss and a light tug of his hair just because she could. "Bacon, waffles and eggs sound good?"

He growled a little at the bite, but his head moved, already reacting to the tug on his hair and her bite. He really did love to feel her against him, so as hungry as he might have been -- exaggerated, as most everything he felt was -- he took a moment to just hold her again. "Sounds wonderful. Shall I start with the waffles?"

Had she told him just how good it made her feel? The way he reacted to her... She really ought to tell him that sometime.
"Sure" Teddy smiled at him, her fingers once again running through his hair as she let the heels of her feet touch back down onto the floor, though without pulling away from him. "I'll fix eggs and bacon then. Scrambled okay, or you do you prefer them differently?"

He laughed, though he still hadn't let her go. He was still enjoying the feel of her body against his, even if she wasn't as warm as he tended to be. "Sounds perfect."

Was going to be difficult to make anything if he didn't let go, though in all honesty, she hadn't really tried pulling away either.
"Mm.. I wanted to ask" it was probably going to sound weird... but she couldn't put it into words that wouldn't sound weird. "I can... make an illusion of warmth. So I won't feel so cold when I sleep.. I can even make one that will make it look like I'm breathing. Would.. would you want me to do that?" the blond looked up at him, sounding quite sincere about her weird offer. "I thought maybe it would be nicer than sleeping next to me when I'm.. you know"

He chuckled softly, his head shaking as he looked at her. One hand came up to brush gently over her hair before he finally turned toward the kitchen. Looking for a mixing bowl and the ingredients for waffles, he answered her. "You can if you like. But that's entirely up to you, Teddy. It doesn't bother me, what you are."

"You sure?" the question softly spoke even as she pointed to the right cabinets for the ingredients and picked out a bowl from another. "I just want you to be comfortable, and thought maybe it might help with that"

She placed the bowl on the counter, brushing her hand across his back as she turned to the fridge to pick out eggs, milk and bacon. She even picked out a few oranges in case he wanted some fresh juice. Because while she couldn't eat, she still liked cooking and it was nice, really nice in fact, to have someone to cook for.
It made the place feel more like home.

He followed her instructions, reaching for the ingredients almost absentmindedly. He chuckled softly again, though. "Oh, I'm sure. The thought is appreciated, but it's not necessary."

"Mmm.. okay"
She placed the things from the fridge on the counter, looked over at him for a moment and gently reached out to place her hand on his back while she leaned in to touch her lips to one of his scarred shoulders.
"Tell me if you change your mind"

He reached behind him, gently brushing his hand over her hip as she passed. He went back to measuring out ingredients into a large mixing bowl, a whisk in one hand to sift them together. "I certainly will. But I wouldn't worry about it, I like you just as you are, Teddy."

"That's sweet of you" and by the sound of her voice, it also made her very happy that he thought so. The blond gently leaning into that light touch of his as she moved past him in the tiny kitchen.

So, while he fixed up the waffles, Teddy quickly mixed eggs and milk and a bit of pepper and salt for the scrambled eggs, put on the frying pans and while they heated up, went about setting the table for him. She decided to fix some fresh juice too since well, she had the oranges for it and for once all the food in her kitchen actually had a purpose other than to help her feel normal.

Perhaps it was strange of her, enjoying it so much, the whole preparing breakfast and setting the table and just being, well, like a couple really. But it really was a good feeling. And if he glanced her while he was fixing the waffles, that warm happy feeling, was right there for him to see in her eyes and in her expression as much as in her body language.

He looked at her several times, in fact. He mixed the batter for the waffles, but it takes time for waffles to cook, which meant that he glanced at her quite often. As she moved through the kitchen, he would reach out and touch her, brush a hand over her arm or against her fingers. "Thank you, for this."

An having as small a kitchen as hers means that even when he wasn't touching her she was still close to him. Her own hands brushing against him in return now and then, against his fingers, across his back.

She shook her head though when he thanked her, linking her fingers with his as she lifted them to her lips for a kiss while looking at him.
"No... thank you, for letting me..." Teddy smiled.

He smiled at her, using the linked fingers of the two of them to brush his knuckle gently over her cheek. "Any idea what you might want to do tonight? It's Christmas, and your night with me."