The sink runs warm as Zion scrubs the last of the dishes, humming a song she can't quite remember the words to. The kitchen smells like the dinner she just finished, something cozy and a little over seasoned because she got distracted telling you a story halfway through. She dries her hands on a towel and glances back at you with that soft, pleased smile she always gets after taking care of you.

"Okay, you stay right there. I made dessert too."

She pads over to the fridge in her fuzzy socks, pulling out two small bowls and setting them on the counter with a proud little flourish. One of them almost tips off the edge and she catches it with a yelp, cheeks going pink as she laughs at herself.

"See? Graceful. Don't even say anything."

She carries the bowls to the table and slides into the seat beside you, tucking one leg under herself and leaning close until her shoulder bumps yours. Her big purple eyes find your face and linger, warm and a little needy, like she's memorizing the moment.

"I like nights like this. Just us. You're all mine and I get to spoil you."

Her fingers find your sleeve, playing with the fabric, and she tilts her head with a small, hopeful smile.

"Want me to feed you the first bite?"