Just a cut (semi-risque Elliot short) (Patreon)

Not a shower scene this time. It's more of a 'fade to black' and implied sort of thing but anyway...here it is:

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They were cooking together in his little kitchenette because Elliot had wanted to make a special dinner for their six month anniversary and Nora had decided to help him. 

He'd somewhat protested, but she told him cooking together was always fun, too - which he couldn't deny. But he had requested that she please...please...not cut herself this time. Or burn herself. Or drop a knife on her foot. Or explode a glass casserole dish (because that had been freaky and he still hadn't worked out how she managed it.)

She had insisted she was really not usually that accident prone in the kitchen. It was just that when he was there, she had a bit of a distraction to work against. That had done remarkable things for his normally pale complexion, and Nora had spent the next few minutes laughing at how red he'd gotten.

So of course, they were about five minutes into cooking that night before she hurt herself...

She was chopping carrots and the knife just...slipped.

Nora hissed softly as it cut into her finger, instinctively dropping it on the counter as she pulled her hand back to inspect the cut.

"Are you okay!?" Elliot was at her side in an instant, expression worried as he looked down at her hand. "You're bleeding."

Not that he was shocked, but he had kind of been hoping to make it through prep without having to break out the band-aids (even though he did check beforehand to make sure he had some up in his room.)

"I don't think it's that bad," Nora assured him. "Just a small cut."

"Let me see."

Nora shot him a teasing smile as she held her hand out for his inspection. "You always want to just look," she said with a laugh. "And it's never just looking."

He flushed and laughed awkwardly, knowing exactly what she was referring to. "Well...uh...sorry?" But the corner of his mouth turned up into a little smirk, and he leaned down to lick the cut before she could protest. 

"You're horrible," she said, trying to pull her hand away. "I did not cut myself so you could spoil your dinner, your dork."

"But you're so tasty," Elliot responded. He was still grinning as he pulled her finger all the way into his mouth, gently biting the tip.

"Cannibal."

"Uh uh," he said, voice muffled by her hand. "Not a cannibal."

"Talking with your mouth full is incredibly impolite..."

"Mmm."

He didn't have a response for that one. She tried, once again, to pull her hand away but Elliot's hand was locked around her wrist, keeping it in place. Their eyes met as he sucked lightly on her fingertip, that little smile still playing on his lips. 

But there was enough heat in his gaze that Nora flushed a little and looked away because...well...fingers were sensitive, dammit. She heard Elliot laugh a little before he finally released her injured finger and kissed the palm of her hand instead - and then her wrist before he pulled her closer, wrapping one arm around her waist.  She draped her arms over his shoulders, sliding her fingers through his soft hair "You hurt yourself every time you try to cook with me," he teased her, lowering his head to her neck. 

"I don't...m...mean to," she said, sucking in her breath slightly when his lips touched her skin. His teeth scraped lightly over the sensitive area, causing her fingers to tighten in his hair. "At least you got a quick snack." 

She couldn't quite keep the tremble out of her voice. Darn him.

Elliot pulled back, looking down at her with that familiar smoldering look in his eyes. "I think I need more than a snack," he murmured.

"Well...we...are...um...cooking dinn-"

She was cut off when he leaned in for a kiss - which she protested briefly with an annoyed 'mmf!' before giving in and returning it. 

He pushed her against the counter, deepening the kiss. And this time, Nora gave up all pretences of teasing. She pulled him closer as their lips parted, then met again. And again. Elliot let out a pleased whimper when Nora caught his lower lip between her teeth briefly before she finally put a little space between them, flushed and a little breathless. 

Elliot pressed his forehead to hers, eyes closed and breathing hard.

"Nora..."

"Yes?"

"Um...is...is it okay if we take a short break from cooking?"

She laughed softly and traced her fingers down his cheek. "I was just about to ask the same thing."

He flushed, but smiled happily as Nora tugged him away from the kitchenette to his bedroom where he got his 'more than a snack' - much to his everlasting satisfaction.

And even with the slight delay before dinner, it ended up being the perfect anniversary evening.

Absolutely perfect.