Sophie's gaze dropped to it immediately, a mischievous little smile playing on her lips.
She leaned in slowly, her breath warm against his skin, and sucked the sauce off his lip with tender, deliberate care. Her tongue lingered for a moment, teasing and savoring, before she pulled back just slightly.
Stan let her do as she pleased, his hands resting comfortably on her hips. He knew exactly how affectionate and clingy she could get when she had him all to herself like this, and he loved every second of it.
When she finally finished, his heart swelled with a deep, comforting warmth at how completely wrapped up in him she was tonight.
"Sophie…" he laughed softly, the sound low and fond as he shook his head.
She giggled innocently, though her cheeks were flushed with delight. "What? You had something on your lip," she said sweetly, batting her lashes at him. "It's my job to keep you clean… and well-fed… and kissed."
