Re: Casper & Fiona - the next morning
He hemmed and hawed for a moment. "I'm honestly a coffee or tea out the door sort, most of the time, but I can cook. And I happen to make pretty good pancakes. Trust me?" he asked, feeling a bit more himself, and maybe even a little flirty. When she agreed to pancakes he couldn't help it, he moved toward where she sat on the counter and she was so damned cute. She looked so good like that - perched easily on his kitchen counter, in his shirt... his face turned a little more somber and his breathing turned a little shallow. "May I kiss you, Fiona?" he asked. Something he should have asked last night. Had he? He couldn't remember in the mess of amazing sensations and moments they'd shared the night before.