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The oven dinged as it hit temperature, and you wiped the sweat from your brow with the back of your arm. You smiled down at the dough that lay across your countertop, little shapes with crisp, clean lines, all ready for the oven.
You pushed the tray in and set the timer just in time to hear a loud clamoring at your door.
Your smile grew as the door slid open, revealing the five brothers you were hosting. They were bickering–you’d be more surprised if they weren’t –and covered in snow from their skiing expedition.
“Come on , Cutup,” Fives groaned, his arms wrapping around his brother’s neck, weight pulling them sideways. “Droidbait’s too bas’ika to do it–”
“I am not !” Droidbait protested.
“And if it’s just me and Fives,” Hevy continued. “It’ll just be two guys in a cold pond. You gotta , Cut!”
“That sounds like a terrible idea,” Cutup rolled his eyes. “When are we going?”
“Hello, cyar’ad ,” Echo said, being the first to notice your presence and amused grin. He stepped forward, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“ Maker ,” you laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face into your neck, ignoring your half-hearted attempts at batting him away. “You’re freezing!”
“That’s what happens when ya faceplant in the snow,” Cutup crowed, ruffling the thicket of curls atop Echo’s head, receiving a blind whack from Echo’s arm.
“So warm ,” he murmured against that overly sensitive spot near your ear. “You gonna warm me up, cyar’ad ?”
Even as his brothers piled into the living room, bickering over seats, Echo kept you in the entryway, pressed up against the wall as he kissed at your neck, reveling in the quickly heating skin.
“Somethin’ smells good, sarad ,” Hevy called “Whatcha got for us this time?”
“Hmm?” you answered, your mind in a dizzy haze while Echo worked his icy hands beneath your sweater. You caught a glimpse of Fives from the corner of your eye.
“ Stars ,” Fives groaned as he ducked back around the corner. “Out here in front of the maker and everyone.”
“ Ha !” Cutup cried. “‘I’m gonna get ‘im a cyar’ika ’ didn’t you say?”
“Stow it, Cutup!” Fives mumbled.
“Yeah,” Droidbait smirked. “‘Gonna teach ‘im everything I know’–this is all your fault, Fives!”
Echo huffed, pressing his forehead against your shoulder. “I’m gonna kill them,” he sighed. “I hate them.”
“No, you don’t,” you giggled. “Besides, they entertain me too much.”
As your boyfriend groaned again, you heard the other room fall too quiet.
You grinned wickedly at Echo, whose eyebrow quirked up.
“Fives! Hevy!” you called. “Touch those cookies and I’ll cut your hands off!”
You heard one smack the other. “ Di’kut , you’re too loud!”
“How is it my fault if Echo’s cyar’ika’s got sonic hearing?”