Thread: ___Aphrodesic___ {Acitar x Xinavee}

No sooner had Miles lifted his hand to knock on her door, had it flung open before the first rap of his knuckles could land. OH Jeez! Miles! You scared me. Her hand lifted to her chest as Ahnika breathed a few quick breaths. I was just going to go over to your place, She said, ducking down in front of him to pick up the audio books she had dropped at her startle. She knelt one knee upon the ground closing the plastic containers back up as she looked up at him. Her hand reached up and tugged at the towel in her hand, Whats this? OH! Miles. I didnt mean you had to rush over here as soon as you were off work, arent you sweet. By now she had stood, the white business suit skirt still worn, but the jacket was no where to be seen, and the soft silken blouse she had worn under it, only seemed to accentuate the red lace of her bra in a kind of hide and seek of the color and texture of the lace against the lighter, and softer fabric of the blouse. She had taken a step out of her house and pulled her door shut. Will you walk with me? She didnt leave him much time to answer as she wrapped her arm around one of his as though he escorted her on walks all the time. Actually, I had hoped you would keep it, her body would sway against his arm, not touching much more than the fabric of the hoodie as she walked along beside him, at least until tomorrow. I was hoping you would keep me company on the beach again. You could always drop it off then. The short walk to Beatrices house was finished and she slipped her arm from around Miles as she climbed the stairs. It seemed Anika was comfortable enough with the place to not knock, instead, she walked right inside the kitchen door and flicked on the lights. Bea! Its me. Aunt Beatrice seemed to have been waiting for her. Dr. DeVow! she came strolling out with her walker with a huge, dentured grin as Anika shifted around and hugged Bea. You didnt forget. Waddya get me? Beatrice was saying, lifting her hands for the audio tapes, I hope its more Scottish outlanders! She looked at the tapes and then let them drop into the little quilted bag in the front of her walker. Are you staying for supper? Ahnika glanced towards Miles, If its alright with Miles. Id love to get to know him more. She would wait for his answer until Aunt Beatrice told him to go set the table and get the casserole out of the oven. Ahnika walked with Bea for a time, asking her a few questions about her health and when she would be able to come back down to the free clinic, offering to give her a ride if she needed. Beatrice did have a dining room, a large one in fact, with a table of twelve chairs, however, one half of the table was used for a sewing table, a large, half completed quilt lay still half in and half out of a sewing machine, while the other half of the table was devoted entirely to her other hobby Collecting glass figurines. Dogs mostly, but a zoo worth of animals collected dust, along with most of the shelves along the exterior of the room, so despite there being a dinning table, the actual eating of meals typically would be set at a tiny little breakfast nook. Here, she sat, getting comfortable on one benched seat as Ahnika moved about the kitchen, knowing its drawers and shelves as she attempted to help Miles with the dinner set up. She would get a plate ready for Beatrice and handed it to her before sitting down on the same bench as Miles, scooting over, in the small space, hip to hip. Beatrice would talk on during supper, and for a while Ahnika had crossed her legs under the table, trying to give Miles as much space as she could, but as the meal moved on she began to relax, and eased her leg as it bumped against his. At first, she had smiled and said, excuse me, but when it happened again, she had let the smooth pantyhose clad leg rest against his. She even lowered her hand and patted his thigh as she seemed to try and let him know it was alright to relax like that. Its alright Aunt Bea, You can go to bed, Im sure Miles wont mind helping me wash up after you did all this cooking.