forum Heal This Broken Heart [Private // Closed]

Started December 12, 2018 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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('tube of crusting'? lol)

"Devon!" Sebastian protested, wiping furiously at the glob of frosting while his laughter bubbled up. "Fine, I guess I deserved that….hmph."

(…crap…)

Devon laughed once he did, turning back to give him a clearly unashamed smile. “Kinda,” she teased before going to back to frosting muffins.

(lol)

Sebastian stuck his tongue out in a rather petulant way, trying and failing to hold back laughter while he grabbed their plates.

Devon continued to giggle softly as she frosted muffins. When she finished, she turned to Sebastian and smiled. “They’re ready to be plated, now.”

Grinning, Sebastian lifted at least six muffins onto each of their plates and gestured to kitchen. "If the lady would seat herself, I could serve her."

"I'm hardly a lady, but thank you," Devon chuckled softly, making her way to the table. She sat down and looked up at Sebastian with a smile as she waited for him to set the plates down.

Sebastian set the plate in front of her with a dramatic flourish, seating himself a few paces away. “Bon appetit~”

"Are we going to race to see who can finish their's first?" Devon reminded him as she pulled her plate slightly closer to herself.

“Oh, definitely,” he chuckled, picking up a muffin. “Three… two… one… GO!”

Devon laughed before stuffing as much of a muffin into her mouth as she could. She would win this if at all possible, just to say she had.

Sebastian wolfed his first two muffins down in ten seconds flat, covering his mouth with a napkin as he reached for a third.

Devon raised her eyebrows at Sebastian. Maybe she wouldn't win this… But taking it slower might be to her advantage. What was that thing about the tortoise and the hare, again?

Sebastian wiggled his eyebrows teasingly, making sure to keep his mouth covered while he ate in case he disgusted her. Soon, there was only one muffin left on his plate.

Devon was finishing up her second to last muffin when she notices there was only one muffin left on either of their plates. He was going to win. It was more than likely, anyway.

Win or lose, she was still going to try. So, grinning around her last bite, she wallowed and shoved her last muffin in her mouth.

“Oh, no,” he muttered, grabbing his muffin soon after she did the same.

Devon tried not to smile as she chewed. It was hard, though, and impeded her progress more than she would have liked…

Sebastian swallowed his final mouthful and uttered an overly dramatic cry of victory. “Did I win?”

Devon swallowed her last bite as he spoke, shaking her head with a smile. "Yeah, I guess you did. Nice job, Seb."

Sebastian laughed quietly. “I promise I don’t normally eat like a pig.”

“I’ve seen you eat before, and I know you don’t,” Devon reminded him with a soft laugh.

“Right, yeah.” Still chuckling, Sebastian dabbed at his face with a napkin. “What’s my prize?”

(they’re not at cheek-kiss stage yet, right?)

(I mean, she wouldn’t be upset if he did it… But she wouldn’t do it herself.)

Devon hummed in thought, glancing away for a moment. “Um… I don’t know yet. How about you think about what you want, and I’ll let you know if I can or will give it to you?”

(so it’s okay?)

Sebastian’s cheeks went pink. “I have an idea… but I don’t want to hurt you.”

(Sure, why not? Lol.)

“O-oh…? What’s that?” Devon wondered, her heart skipping a beat at his blush.

(lol)

Sebastian hesitated, then reached forward and lightly tapped her cheek. After a moment, he tapped his lips. "You don't have to agree."

“You want to kiss my cheek… As your prize?” Devon questioned breathily, blinking up at him.

Sebastian’s face went pink. “I—Yes. Please. If you want me to.”

Devon blinked a couple of times, feeling her cheeks burning. She was sure the blood rushing to her face was dark enough to rival the blush that coated Sebastian’s.

“I— Okay. Sure. Yeah, you can… Yeah,” she breathed, her eyes wide.

Sebastian reached out and intertwined their fingers. After a moment of hesitation, he leaned forward…. and brushed his lips across her cheek.

Devon chooses her eyes as she felt his lips brush against her cheek. Her breath caught in her throat, then rushed out in a heavy breath. Even after he pulled away, she kept her eyes closed, the feeling of his lips on her cheek lingering.