Sophie.

ɪᴛ ᴅɪᴅɴ’ᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ғᴇʟʟ ᴀᴘᴀʀᴛ, ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ʜᴏᴡ sʜᴇ ᴘᴜᴛ ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ. —ʙɪᴏ tl.gd/n_1sqgn1n

—of wine he had just poured her. She was thankful for him as a whole.

—she wanted for so many years, and now she had it. Carefully, Sophie leaned forward and placed a kiss on the side of his mouth, and was careful not to leave any residue like he did when kissing her. <Thank you> she signed. But she was thankful for so much more than the glass—

A delighted smile appeared on her lips. Oh, she had completely forgotten about the wine! Once he was done pouring, Sophie laid her fork down on her plate and reached forward and grasped her glass. Taking a small sip, the woman sighed and closed her eyes. This was everything—

—me and get stuff on my face when you do so> she signed before taking her first bite of food. It tasted like their first date.

She felt his gaze on her, and she /knew/ he was going to kiss her with his sauce covered lips. Did she mind? No. Not at all. A cheeky smile appeared on her face and her body shook with silent laughter, even when he wiped it off. <I love you too, darling. Even when you kiss—

—as much as he did, before joining him on the couch.

Ever since they started living together, Sophia has noticed a steady decline in leftovers they brought home. Or, what she brought home. She quickly learned that leftovers was not in the god’s vocabulary. As he began to dig in, Sophia prepared her plate, and she only took half—

—and poured the contents onto the plate, which was followed by a carton of rice, before handing it to him.

<The same thing as you, of course> she signed, fondly remembering that they ordered the same meal the first time they ate together. <That way if I don’t finish it, you can finish it for me and we don’t have to worry about leftovers.> Taking out a container, Sophia opened it—

—stained paper bags. <Well good. Because this whole bag is for you> she signed, picking up said bag as she spoke.

Despite herself, Sophie let a mischievous smirk take hold of the smile on her lips before leaning forward and placing one last kiss on his lips. The kiss only lasted for a moment before she pulled away and went to stand in order to take their dinners out of the brown, grease—

—her shoulder at the Chinese food she had brought home.

Honestly, Sophie didn’t know how much time had passed between them; how long they had been kept in each other’s embrace. And did she care? Not a bit. Finally she pulled away from him, her cheeks flushed and heart pounding. <Are you even hungry?> She signed, looking over—

That’s when her lips met with his once again, kissing him slowly and as passionately as she could. Everything she needed was right here before her. Tomorrow, she could worry about work. Tomorrow, she could worry about everything else. But right now, he was hers and she was his.

—to school, and then found out my parents were affiliated with SHIELD. And that’s when I decided to follow in their footsteps.>

—talked since that night. My vocal cords are fine, it’s just—I can’t bring myself to do it. My uncle and his wife took me in and raised me with my cousins, but then my uncle died. That’s when they started to neglect me> Was that a good place to start? She thought so. <I went—

—tell him everything about herself. About SHIELD. <My parents were SHIELD agents. I grew up without knowing that bit of information. You see, they were killed. I watched them get shot> Even signing it, she could still picture the image she tried so hard to erase. <I haven’t—