#oc macaron

“Add the fruits now,” instructs Ster’aa, her lekkus twitching in amusement.

Macaron keeps his gestures precise and sure as he does just as she said.

“Good! Now we just have to put it in the oven and wait for it to be done!”

“Already?” he asks, excited, and he’s two seconds away from bouncing in joy.

Ster’aa laughs, soft and loving and Macaron’s heart falls in his stomach and flies out of his mouth. Her brown eyes twinkle and she caresses his cheek, still softly, still lovingly.

Macaron takes her hand and kisses her fingers. “Thanks for teaching me.”

“Anytime, honey,” she murmurs, and she makes him feel like nothing else before, in a way none of his vode ever made him feel before.