SQ Drabble: Spoons
Emma groaned loudly from across the counter.
Intrigued by the indecent sound, Regina slowly raised her eyes from the book she was reading to glance at the sheriff sharing her tabletop.
The blonde’s nails were biting into the linoleum of her counter and she looked oddly flushed. Regina cocked an eyebrow.
“Nothing,” Emma replied sharply, and she looked back at her half-finished cereal. “It– it’s nothing.”
“Okay,” Regina hummed slyly. “If you insist dear.”
The brunette then went back to idly fingering her spoon, twirling it lazily between her long fingers as she pretended to refocus on her book. The leftover milk swirled playfully in the bottom of her bowl, and she nonchalantly spun the spoon through it, letting the creamy residue coat the silver utensil.
She could still feel her wife’s hungry gaze on her without even looking up.