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Sunny Loves Beckon Thanksgiving 2

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Thank the gods.  The door opened not too much later, I was starting to become nervous, for once I appreciated the fact that Beckon worried so much about me that he hurried home.  I heard him close the door behind him and the sound of his large backpack hitting the floor.  
"Sun…Sun I'm back," he said and I heard his steps hit the floor.  It was such a comforting sound, the wood creasing under his weight as he made his way back to the kitchen.  My mouth was filled with batter then, I wanted so badly to shout to him, but all that came out were bubbles of batter that I sputtered.
"Sun?" Beckon asked again and came into the kitchen.  
"Be!!" I blurted out as best as I could as I saw his face and shoulders hover over the bowl.
"Sun?!" he yelped in surprise as his eyes finally fell on me in the bowl.  "What the heck are you doing?'  I felt horrible as I watched him roll up his sleeve and dip his hand into the batter to scoop me out.  The warmth of his hands and fingers wrapped around my now sticky body and I clung to his hand and tried to my hide my eyes as he pulled up to his face.  I was so embarrassed.
"Sunny?" he said in a quiet voice as he brought me up to his eyes.  "Are you okay?"
I nodded hard against his skin.  This was so humiliating.  In a 'normal' relationship something like this would have never happened.  If Beckon was with Winry he would have never had to worry about his wife falling in a bowl of cake batter.  I clung tighter, I didn't want him to see my face, but instead of asking me anything else I felt him begin to move.  
"What are you doing?" I asked him quietly but kept my face pressed against his finger.
"Sweetie, you're covered in cake batter…what do you think I'm doing?  I'm taking you to the bathroom so you can clean yourself up."
I just nodded as he went in to our bathroom that was equipped for me and him but he stopped in front of his sink and turned on the water.
"Do you mind if I put you down?" he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
I nodded and let him set me on the counter.  Finally I was forced to look at him.
"What were you trying to do?" he asked in a tone that was filled with concern.  Just listening to him brought water to my eyes.  I sniffed loudly as he fell to his knees in front of the sink and pulled out a small white washcloth, letting the water dampen it.
"I wanted to help," I muttered and turned my head away.
"I could have stirred up the batter Sun…you didn't have to worry about that."
"But I wanted to help.  I just wanted to do something on my own.  You have to do everything…this probably doesn't even feel like marriage to you…more like you have a child to take care of."
"Sun," he said quietly and brought the close up to my face, dabbing gently.  "You are my wife.  If I thought things were going to be easy…I wouldn't have…you know."  He smiled gently, but this statement made me feel even more embarrassed.  I shoved his fingers away.
"I'm sorry that it's not easy for you." I grumbled.  "I can't help it."
"Sweetie, I need to get that batter off of you," Beckon said.
I shook my head angrily.  "I'll take care of it myself, thank you.  I'm not some baby that you need to clean up after falling in the mud."
I felt Beckon move behind me, leaning forward.  
"Ahh!" I squeaked when I felt his fingertip scoop the small of my back, taking away some of the batter.  I spun around and watched him put his finger in his mouth.
"It's good," he smiled.  "It'll probably taste better with the eggs though."
I couldn't help smirking.  "You're disgusting."
"Eating sweet batter off of my sweet wife?" he asked in mock innocence. "Somehow I don't think anyone else would think that."
He chuckled lightly before reaching out his finger again, letting his fingertip tip graze my cheek, down my neck, down my shoulders, all the way down my hand.  I watched the amber colored batter gather in his fingertip with fascination and he raised his finger to me.
"Try it," he whispered, holding it out to me.
"This is silly," I said, but felt my heart race with the tenderness in his eyes.  "I'm covered in it; I know what it tastes like."
"Well," Beckon began and pulled his finger back to his own lips.  "That's just the normal batter, this tastes even better."  I listened as he dipped the batter into his mouth and let the batter smack against it.
"Why's that?" I asked, puzzled.
"There's a bit of Sunny in this batch," he chuckled and touched the tip of my nose.
I smiled.  
"You're too good for me," I whispered.
"I doubt that," he said in a low tone but continued to wipe off the batter away from my clothes, tasting each bite.  
"I'm still sticky,"
"Come here," he went on and held out his open palm.
I stepped on carefully and he pulled me up to his face.
"Oh yeah, I see it." He said in a serious, husky tone.
"What is it?" I asked.  
"You still have a bunch on your face."
"Yeah, I know that…" I began to scoff but noticed that Beckon's large face was coming closer.  I froze in his hand, unsure what he was going to do next but felt nothing but his lips graze my face.  It was a kiss, a taste and he pulled away slowly with a little bit of batter moistening his face.  I felt my face heat up like fire.
"I can't stand you sometimes Beckon,"
He pulled me closer, whispering against my skin causing my bare arms to pepper with goose bumps.
"Somehow I doubt that," he hushed and kissed me again, taking more batter off my face and shoulders.
I covered my face with my hands.  He was amazing.  He was my husband.  And no matter what my insecurities were, he loved me.
"I love you so much Beckon," I said quietly, keeping my eyes closed.
"I know that you do," he responded.  "But you will never love me as much as I love you."
"I just hope that your parents love it also,"
"You worry too much, it's a cake.  A cake for Thanksgiving."
I nodded.
"You're right.  Thanksgiving is more than food."
"It is," he reasoned and held me close to his cheek.  I pushed away for a moment.
"Beckon!  I'm sill all sticky!"
He held me tighter.  "Thanksgiving is about spending time with people you love.  You agree with me don't you?"
I nodded, feeling my skin brush against his slight stubble.
"Well I can't think of anyone else I would rather lick batter off of.  That's got to be love right?" he chuckled again, the sound tickling my stomach.
"That's got to be love," I laughed and kissed his cheek.
"It sure does.  Happy early Thanksgiving Sun.  Everything will be fine."
"Happy Thanksgiving Beckon."
A little late I know, but I was at home for Thanksgiving and I just didn't have any time to post!! Please enjoy this and Happy Belated Thanksgiving! :-)
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Amenarae's avatar
It's just what I thought he'd do! -gigglesnort-