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Rosa hummed along with the piano that played in the background. She and Luke moved around the kitchen together with the same familiarity as ever, but now there was something more to it. Not quite exciting, but there was a part of her that felt thrilled to be cooking with Luke. Her beloved had just proposed to her. Rosa wasn't stupid so of course she accepted. The ring, while lovely, was currently sitting on the bed. Paranoid that she'd ruin it while cooking something so messy, she'd placed it with care on her pillow. Every so often, her eyes would glance towards it to ensure it was still there.
"You can always just put it back on, you know." Luke's murmur was right next to her ear and she jumped a little.
"Luuke!" Her face flushed red as he kissed her cheek.
"The grease isn't going to be the end of your ring." His hands took the tongs from her gently and he fished the donuts out of the oil. Rosa's mind had been wandering and their pastries nearly burned. Still, she shook her head and insisted on what she'd been saying since they started.
"No. I know I can just clean it, but I'd rather not dirty it if I don't have to." Luke sighed and Rosa kissed his chin gently. "I do love it."
"I know."
"And you." He smiled then.
"I know." With all the donuts out from the oil and the stove off, he set the tongs down and pulled her close. Rosa sighed happily as he kissed her.
"Mm. We should really finish these," Rosa mumbled as she caught her breath.
"We will." Even as Luke said it, he continued to kiss her gently.
"Luuke." Reaching behind her, Rosa's hands dipped into the bowl of powdered sugar. "I mean it." She clapped her hands over him and Luke was suddenly dusted with white. "Focus, Detective Pearce." He pouted as she pulled away and returned to the task at hand. Now that the donuts were cooler, the two could fill them. As much as Rosa wanted to continue kissing Luke, she knew they should pipe it now so they could leave on time. Luke reluctantly joined her. They'd prepared several fillings and toppings for their donuts. Jelly, cream, and chocolate. Afterwards they could be dusted in powdered sugar, cinnamon, or drizzled in honey. Rosa had wanted to provide a variety.
As she finished the last of her set, she felt something cold against her skin. Glancing down, there was a spot of cream on chest.
"Luuke!" Her fiancé wore a mischievous grin. "You are so childish."
"You're the one who started it. At least I waited until we were done. That's what you wanted, right?" She glared at him, but his smile never wavered.
"Fine. Have it your way." Grabbing the jar of honey, she used the knife to fling a glob at him. Rosa expected Luke to dodge. He didn't. Instead, the honey smacked him right on the face. It dripped down slowly and his tongue lapped at what he could reach.
"And here you called me childish for doing it."
"You started it." She stuck her tongue out at him. And then the whole dynamic of the situation seemed to shift. From playful to...
Rosa gasped as Luke moved to stand in front of her. Perhaps it was the look in his eyes, or maybe it was his hands on her hips but Rosa shivered with anticipation. Luke lifted her up onto the counter and his head ducked closer to lick at the cream on her chest.
"You'll ruin your shirt if you don't clean it quickly." His voice was husky and she closed her eyes at the feel of his tongue and lips on her skin. Naturally, her body responded instantly. She arched into him and his hand slid around her waist and up her shirt.
"Luke, you-" A soft moan escaped her and cut off the accusation she'd wanted to make. Her eyes fluttered open to look at him.
"Yes, Rosa?" Amusement came from his question as he continued to kiss her skin.
"Not.. fair." Her protests were weak and she knew it.
"Oh? Want me to stop?" Lifting his head slightly, his coral eyes met hers. They gleamed and she glared down at him. Already, her breathing was becoming heavy. Setting the jar of honey down, she shook her head.
"No." Wrapping her arms around the back of Luke's neck, she pulled him back to her and kissed him roughly. As his hand moved up her body to grip her breast, she licked the rest of the honey off. Her own hands tugged his shirt up until she could feel his skin against hers. "Mm. Luke." Between breaths, she mumbled her heart's feelings. "I love you."
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They'd spent too much time making love. As Rosa hurried to dress, she was a little irritated that Luke seemed to be so at ease. Even pleased with himself. It wasn't until she'd been putting her bra on that she saw why.
"Luke Pearce!" Luke blinked over at her from his seat on the bed.
"Yes?"
"Explain yourself!" She pointed to the red marks on her neck and chest areas. He gave her a warm smile.
"Well, you took off your ring. I just wanted to leave you with something of mine. And besides, I believe I have a few as well." Rosa's face flushed red.
"Perhaps, but at least I went lower!" He shrugged as if to say 'your choice'. Rosa let out a groan. "Ugh. We don't have time for this. The cemetery closes in an hour." Finishing up, Rosa collected their offering before joining Luke on his motorcycle. After securing the basket, she wrapped her arms around his waist and they drove off. As payback, she pressed as close as she could to his back and ran her hands across his chest during the ride. There was immense satisfaction for her when she felt him stiffen.
Upon arrival, as they dismounted and started in, Luke brought her close briefly to kiss her neck. As he did, his breath brushed against her skin.
"You'll have to finish what you started later." He pulled away just as quickly and Rosa fought the flush she felt on her cheeks. Hurrying to catch up with him, she took his hand and they went in search of his parents.
Luke placed the flowers down on the gravestones. His eyes were dark and Rosa wondered what was going on through his mind.
Of course, neither had met Luke's parents before. They died when the two were young. But Rosa liked to imagine the kind of people they'd been. Her own parents had been friends with them for a long time and said that Luke was very much like them. That he looked like his mother and shared his father's selflessness and courage, although his mother had been the intelligent one of the two.
After another moment, Luke stood and smiled. His eyes were clear and his shoulders straightened.
"Mom, Dad," Rosa wondered if he often came here without her. "I'm going to marry her." Turning to her, Luke held out his hand. With a shy smile, Rosa took it and let him pull her to his side. Returning his gaze to the stone, he repeated himself with conviction. "I'm going to marry the girl I love." Blushing, Rosa set the basket of donuts down.
"Mr. and Mrs. Pearce, I promise to make your son the happiest man in the world." They waited a while longer. Rosa also mentioned in her mind that she wouldn't let Luke dismiss his heart's desires any longer. And that, so long as he wanted to be with her, she would fight to stay by his side.
Quietly, the two left hand in hand.