#quicando

*sits as still as possible next to you, watching as you carefully cut into the sacs, then I pour the liquid slowly*

Tell me when to stop. I don’t want to mess this up. I couldn’t stand ruining this for both of us.

*the liquid fizzes as it's poured into the opening*

You won't ruin anything. Pouring too fast will simply result in greater volumes of steam and I figured since we find ourselves in such a cozy and small space, that we should avoid steaming ourselves more than necessarily.

*smiles and nods towards her hand* And I think that's enough, Q.

*waits until she stops pouring, and adjusts the gloves. Then he slowly reaches into the opening, feeling around for the smaller aurlac sacks. He can feel several ones and grins at her before grabbing hold of one of them to ease it out*

*my gaze averts from his eyes to his lips, back to his eyes again*

Maybe I do…

*feels her cheeks heat with embarrassment*

I mean, maybe it’s just the dig and the excitement and….

*notices a spot on his face, near a scar, wiping it gently with the cloth before tracing it with her bare finger*

Missed a spot…

*stands still, listening to the conflicting statements before she reaches up to touch his face again. He takes her and and slowly lowers it from his cheek*

You’re the one taking the risk in harvesting them. I am merely an assistant. You do most of the work, you get the bigger share. I’ve spoiled the few I have attempted.

*pulls you into my home, locking the door and dropping your hand immediately, leading you to a back room.* Help me move this bed out of the way - the trap door is under here.

You make a fairer bargain than most.