kingofstolenhearts:

snxwbird:

His hands instinctively came to move to her sides in an attempt to stabilize her as she bumped into his chest, stilling just before they touched her to dart back to his sides, one hand rubbing the back of his head in embarrassment “Oh ehm… yeah sure, I can do that“ he took the mitts once offered them the second time, trying his hardest not to get in her way as he moved about the kitchen, following her lead in avoiding eye contact because contrary to popular belief, they hadn’t done that before. 

He honestly wished they’d never interfered, because now it WAS weird, it WAS awkward and it was likely to be awkward until they forgot it’d happened, which was quite frankly, and most likely, never. As if he could forget that.

What they’d had, had been comfortable, easy and most importantly, not awkward.

Sure it had been for the first couple of weeks, getting into the swing of sharing his house with someone, attempting to work out bathroom schedules so neither of them ran into each other on the hall with naught but a towel around themselves, the simple things, coming home to find the heating on when he’d been positive he’d turned it off, before remembering, oh… house guest.

And not to mention the ‘suddenly puppy!’ event.

What they had, had been comfortable, and now he’d probably have to work extra hard just to take that awkwardness away to replace it with comfort once again, and hearing that shout come from the party… he sincerely hoped they choked on their veg. 

Thankfully however, Bepo popped in to break up the tension with his high pitched yapping, which would probably deepen with time but right now it was perfect to change the atmosphere. ”You can probably mix some of the meat juices into his food…” he mentioned offhandedly as he transferred the perfectly cooked chunk of meat from the baking tray onto a silver serving dish. He’d heard dogs liked that sort of thing, might make him eat the whole bowl for once rather than just the centre of it. 

       Monet tried her best to forget about the kiss, and perhaps it wouldn’t have been such a big thing if Law’s workmates weren’t still comenting on it. She told herself that she would have to deal with it, with the whole stupid situation whether if she liked it or not. It wasn’t Law’s fault, of course, and as weird as it sounded she didn’t feel uncomfortable around him, but she did feel uncomfortable around his workmates now.

— ❝ Iwas reading about that of giving the dogs human food and they say it’s not recomanable, for they would get used to it and ask for more everytime you cook something they’ve tried before…❞ 

Her tone was absent and low, for she had repeated that almost automatically. Monet was trying to calm herself down, because she had to return to that room to hear more mocking comments and she honestly didn’t feel strong enough as to do it. She would rather stay there, in the kitchen and busy herself with something to avoid thinking about what had happened.

But she knew that she would have to face it, sooner or later, so when they returned to the room she just avoided to make eye contact with everyone, simply nodding when they said that the food looked delicious. She sat on her spot and begun to eat silently, focusing on her plate. She wanted to get over with that dinner and for the house to be in that comfortable silence she liked that much.

Once Law was sitting besides her she unconciously leaned towards him just a bit. It was obvious she felt really uncomfortable in the presence of the others now, and it felt as if all the avances she had done in the past month had just disappeared for hearing them talk about it still was making her uneasy. But Monet was a lady, and she would deal with it and be perfectly polite host she was expected to be, despite how uncomfortable she felt.