Lmao im an asshole and I changed it so it’s just a height difference but neither has to bend down bc she’s on a table
It’s a weird sight.
It’s not really unusual, especially with how short she is, always jumping to reach things, getting on her tippy toes to kiss him goodbye (he’ll admit that sometimes they get distracted with how easy she is lift, how he can bring her into his arms without even thinking about it.
It’s actually, really endearing.
It’s just little blessings in his life, waking up to see the prettiest woman he’s ever seen trying to get a cereal box off the top shelf (he didn’t put that there, no) or seeing her in heels and looking like a vision who still didn’t come close to his height. She’s just someone who brings joy to his life, exemplified in every time he sees her jump to reach things.
This morning, she’s sat on their counter, in pajama shorts and a T-shirt he thinks might be his, (dwarfs her, she’s swimming in it, that’s so cute) and a bowl of cereal in her lap, humming evenly to what he thinks might be a swing song. Her hair’s in a bun, and it’s, 8 o’clock. It’s too early to be making out like teenagers on their kitchen counter, right?
She looks up at him from her cereal, a smile blooming on her lips, smiling at him that way she always does, oh, there you are, I’ve missed you since I saw you last.
Which is hilarious as a concept, because the last time she saw him was about 10 minutes ago, when he’d rolled out of bed after she did.
(He always had to have her get up first. She’s a temptation he enjoys more than whatever he’s getting up for.)
“Hey Sarge,” she drawls, and he thinks she thinks it might be a joke, because, well, she doesn’t think she’s all that lovely in pajamas and no makeup sat on a counter. Doesn’t see it how he does.
He doesn’t say anything, but moves the cereal bowl so it’s next to her instead of in her lap and tries not to laugh when she makes a noise. He stands between her legs, enjoying how for once she’s actually close enough he only needs to down a little.
“Hi,” he replies and he smiles bigger when she wraps her arms around his neck like it’s just the way things go, like playing an old song on piano, all the keys playing something you’ve heard before but just as lovely.
“Hi,” she replies, mischief in her eyes, voice soft like she’s never kissed him before.
It’s not true, but he does it anyway, angles in and leans into her till he kisses her, smiling into it and she tastes like chocolate cereal and he tastes like mint, and she’s still the best thing that ever happened to him.
