Whiskey Kisses

Whiskey Kisses

Idk there's something about Billy having a rough day and using you to make himself feel better that gets to me.

Billy Russo x female reader (no descriptions)

Warnings: oral (f receiving), dirty talk, inappropriate use of expensive whiskey.

So Billy is having a hard couple of days at work, he hasn't been home in two days. He's frustrated, he misses his wife and the knowledge that she's probably missing him too is killing him.

He gets aggravated at the people around him for keeping him away from you. He misses you to no end as he can imagine the way you've probably slept on your shared bed, clutching one of his t-shirts as you sleep.

He sighs angrily, thinking about the ways you'd probably welcome him home, with your body spread open on the bed, looking like the vixen he knows you are. He starts hating the people keeping him here. He gets aggressive, yells any command he makes until even his workers wishes he would go home.

When his secretary spies you walking up to her during lunchtime, you can see her visibly sighing in relief.

You chuckle "That bad huh?"

"You have no idea," she mumbles, "He's free for an hour, so you can go on in." You shoot her a wink and head to his door.

You step into his office and close the door. He's busy at his desk and doesn't look up when you walk in. He looks pristine, no indication that he hasn't slept in two days and probably showered in the gym downstairs. You gently lock the door behind you and lean against it, waiting for his acknowledgement.

He lets out a furious huff, but still doesn't look up. "This better be fucking good Marissa."

You don't say a word, waiting for him to look up.

He sighs again, "What-" he freezes when he sees you.

"Mister Russo." You start, your voice unwavering, "Care to explain why I slept alone in our bed for the last two nights?"

He knows you're not mad, can't believe he got someone as patient and kind as you to marry him. It feels like a dream that he never wants to wake up from.

He runs a hand down his face, letting his aggressive persona drop. He gives a little roll to his shoulders.

"Mrs. Russo, you would not believe the day I've had." He clears a spot on his desk in front of him for you to sit. He knows how you love sitting on his desk.

You give an adorable smile and saunter up to his desk. You quietly pull your coat off and drape it over one of his chairs. When he sees the tight little black dress you're wearing underneath, he groans. "I fuckin' love you babygirl, c'mere." He begs, tapping the open space in front of him.

You giggle as you slide onto his desk. He tilts his head up and you move yours down so that your lips meet somewhere in the middle. Your hands interlace in the space behind his neck and his large hands move to cup at your thighs. You can feel the metal of his wedding ring against your skin and you feel arousal start to pool at your core. This man is all yours.

Billy's lost in the space between your lips. He's enraptured by the taste of your tongue. It reminds him that he hasn't licked your sweet pussy in so long.

"Please." He murmurs against your mouth. You feel his warm hands moving up under your dress. His fingers curl around the waistband of your panties and give it a gentle tug.

Your run your fingers over his bearded cheek, breaking the kiss.

"Can I help you with something, Mister Russo?" You tease.

His eyes are closed, his forehead pressed against yours. He thinks about demanding a taste, but he's already on thin ice as it is.

He realises that the only way to get what he wants is to ask nicely.

"Need to bury my face in your pussy, want you to cum all over my tongue."

You touch the tip of his nose gently, "What's the magic word?"

If you were anyone else, he'd break fingers for demeaning him like this. For you, he opens his eyes and murmurs a quiet, "Please"

You shift your weight slowly from left to right, letting Billy shimmy your panties down your thighs.

He breathes a sigh of relief when he gets them off. He pushes your dress upwards so that your ass is bare against his desk.

He takes his time, moving each of your legs over his shoulders. You lean back and brace yourself on your elbows, eager to feel his hot tongue against your folds.

From this angle, he can see how wet you've gotten. All for him. He thanks whatever God there is that he has you in his life, warming his bed, filling his heart, holding him close. He definitely doesn't deserve it.

"This all for me baby?" He asks, using his thumb to spread your slick around. You're gasping as he grazes your clit. He gives one harsh swipe of his thumb against your bud and you jerk. "Answer me."

"Yes! Yessss. All for you. I'm yours and only yours."

He smiles at that. And before you know it, he's buried his face between your thighs. You give a stifled whine, trying your best to be quiet.

It's hard to be quiet when Billy's doing everything he can to make you scream. He licks at your pussy, moving from your entrance to your clit at a generous pace.

Your back arches, but there's not much closer he can press his face to your heat. He wraps his arms around your thighs, locking you in. You buck and moan against him, savouring the feel of his tongue laving at you.

Billy's in heaven. He doesn't think anything could taste better than you until an idea sparks in his mind.

You watch him reach for a glass of whiskey he had been drinking earlier before you arrived. He pauses his torture to look up at you.

"Do you have any idea how much a bottle of this whisky costs?"

Getting your mouth to say actual words is hard enough, guessing the price of the amber liquid swirling in his glass is basically impossible.

"Uhhhm, a thousand?" You ask.

Billy laughs, running the cold glass over the tops of your thighs and watching you squirm. "Try five hundred."

That gets you alert. "Five hundred? Five hundred thousand?!"

He hums his confirmation. "So stay still, you don't want to waste a drop."

You're confused at first, until he buries his tongue in you once again. You resist the urge to throw your head back. You watch as he tilts the glass and gently pours some of his very expensive whiskey onto your pussy.

The liquid is cold and you gasp. You moan his name as you feel his tongue lick every drop.

He looks up at you, gauging your reaction. You're panting, eyes half closed, watching him intently. He does it again, dripping some whiskey over your clit and catching it with his tongue.

"Billyyy" you moan.

The taste of your pussy makes the whiskey taste that much better and Billy can't get enough. He moans, pouring more of his drink over you, licking you clean before doing it over and over again. Billy worships your pussy with his tongue, just like you deserve.

Your hands can't help but sink into his hair, tugging at the longer strands. He knows you're worked up and aching for release. When he's drained every drop from his glass, he sets it down and pushes two of his long fingers into you.

You throw your head back this time. Whining at the feel of his fingers and his tongue working you slowly toward your peak. You can feel your toes curling as he hits that spot inside you.

"Gonna cum Billy." You say.

You hear and feel Billy groan, his tongue pressed firmly to your clit. You know what he'd say if he had the willpower to pull away from you. 'Cum on my tongue baby, need to taste that sweet cunt.'

You hit your peak slowly, your orgasm spreading fire through your veins as you clench hard around his fingers. Your body arches and you come with a cry of his name.

He takes his time, licking you gently through your orgasm, watching you shiver and shake as you come down from your high. He knows an orgasm that intense is going to require a little bit of aftercare.

Billy is the fucking king of aftercare. He cleans you up, and pulls you off his desk so that you're perched on his lap, snuggling into his body. He kisses the top of your head as he lets you catch your breath. You can feel the bulge in his pants beneath your ass, but it's more of an effect of eating you out than a need for release.

You watch as he takes a wet wipe from a container in one of his desk drawers and clean the area of his desk where he just did those filthy things to you. You chuckle into his shoulder.

"What is it?" He asks.

"Nothing. I love you." You say, kissing his throat.

When the hour's up, you know you have to leave. Billy looks very unhappy when you stand. You kiss the crinkle in his eyebrow, your heart aching for your husband.

"Will I see you tonight?" You ask tentatively.

He stands, wrapping his arms around you tightly. "Nothing could keep me away." He murmurs into your hair. With one last kiss he lets you leave.

On your way out, Marissa gives you a large smile. You return her smile, "I'll think you'll find he's much better to talk to now."

"You're my hero." She responds.

You simply laugh and head out.

I trust you, silly

Timothee and I have been married for several months. Of course, I knew what I was getting into when I said yes to him. Crazy schedule, long breakups, his fame, sidelong glances in my direction. And also rumors. Of course, I knew that all this would happen, and I was completely ready for anything. To be completely honest, I was prone to overthinking, but I honestly tried to control myself. Sometimes it seemed to me that Timothee was going through just as much as I did. He knows that I love him, but, as he sometimes tells me, "I'm just afraid that I'm not worthy of you." To which I usually laugh at the stupidity of this thought. He is everything I wanted and more.

Timothee was filming a new movie in another state. He called me every time he had a free minute. I was happy to hear his voice, but I wanted him to take care of himself and get some sleep. Sometimes he may forget that he needs to do things like sleep and eat. To which he always replied that he was fine and asked how my day went.

Today is my day off, Timothee won't be back any time soon, and our apartment has long needed a thorough cleaning. It seems that I have found something to do with myself.

We didn't get to talk yesterday. In the morning I sent him a message wishing good morning and a good day, to which he has not yet answered. While I was having breakfast, I decided to scroll through the Twitter feed. When I was scrolling through the news, photos of Timothee with his co-star, female co-star began to appear to me. Kristen, if I'm not mistaken. For my taste, she stood too close to him. The photo was accompanied by the caption “Problems in Paradise?”. Then there was a photo in which Kristen put her hand on my husband's shoulder. Timothee was standing with his back to the camera in the photo, so I couldn't see his face. Fans have been waiting for the release of this movie. There were a lot of fanarts that showed Timothee and Kristen together. Like together. Then I saw a short video of Kristen putting her hand on Timothy's chest and laughing. There were more photos, but I refuse to look at them. Ok, that`s enough. Enough Twitter for today. I am not a masochist.

I have no doubts about Timothee, but nevertheless I felt my blood boil involuntarily. Kristen may be the star of this movie, but Timothee is mine. I could not resist and called him, but he did not answer. Okay, enough thinking. He will call back as soon as he can. As always.

Leaving my phone on the table, I turned on the music at full volume and went to clean up. Organizing things helps you relax. After cleaning, I went to the farmers' market. Our refrigerator was empty. While I was away, my phone died. After 4 hours (oops), I finally went home and almost dropped my grocery bags. Timothee was walking towards me, holding a telephone in his hands, and traces of panic on his face.

- How ..., - I began, but he did not let me finish and wrapped his arms tightly around me. Along with packages.

- Timothee! Packages…can't hold…” I started, feeling the groceries drop from my hands onto the floor. In response, he only pulled away from me for a moment, put away his purchases, and clung to me again.

“Hey baby…don’t get me wrong, I’m thrilled to have you here, but you weren’t supposed to be back for another month. Baby, are you okay?”

"I couldn't get through to you all day and I panicked," he muttered into my neck.

- Timothee...

I pulled back to look into his eyes and to my horror saw unshed tears there.

- Tim, what are you doing? I was just at the market and my phone died. I didn't mean to scare you. Sorry.

I pressed my lips to his. I wanted to stop the kiss, but he didn't let me do it, but only deepened it. Instinctively, I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned.

- Babe…

Why didn't you answer me?

- Did not answer? You didn't call me

- I did! Look! - he began to show me his phone

- Maybe a bad connection or something. And then my phone died. Look, - I smiled and showed him my phone

“I thought you left me,” he suddenly said and looked away from me.

- What? Timothee! Why did you think so?

- Have you seen the photo?

- You and Kristen? Yes, but...

- That's not what it looks like! Honestly! She just got too close... and I immediately said no... and that if this happens again, then I will leave the film...

- Timothee!" I interrupted.

- No, its true. So, and then I couldn’t contact you and I panicked and immediately came…

- Baby, you are so silly, - I laughed and this time I hugged myself tightly, - I told you a thousand times that I trust you.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you.

- You didn`t! Oh baby, I can't believe you came all this way just because I didn't answer you for a couple of hours, - I smiled and kissed his nose

- Not a couple of hours! Almost 24 hours!

-Timothee … what am I gonna do with you?

- Never let me go. And love me,” he said embarrassedly.

"Always," I replied, and kissed him again.

The truth

You were in your chambers in the Small Palace. It was past midnight, but you couldn't close your eyes. You couldn't get your thoughts in order. You needed to tell him the truth. The truth about yourself, about him, about you. But how to do that? How to tell Alexander that you were his wife, who died many years ago before his eyes?

While you were trying to calm your nerves, the memories of your meeting with Alexander, your life with him, your life with him in this century at least began to surface in your memory.

You met General Kirigan a few months ago. You were the Sun Summoner he was looking for. After an urgent request (not a request) of the General, you moved to the Small Palace and began to train under the watchful supervision of the General himself. You did not succeed in everything but over time you became stronger. Which could not but rejoice Kirigan.

You often caught his eye on you but you never allowed yourself to take any action. But nevertheless, a pleasant shiver went through your body every time General Kirigan was next to you. When he touched you during your training, even if at that time he knocked you down and you fell to the ground in front of him, not at all like a lady.

Two weeks ago, you wandered silently through the night palace, you could not sleep. Passing the General's office, you saw a dim light from his office, the front door was ajar. Without thinking, you quietly opened the door of his office ajar and went inside. Kirigan stood with his back to you, his hands are rested on a work table, on which various papers and cards are scattered. His whole body is tense.

“General…,” you began quietly, “I'm sorry to interfere with you… but… do you need help? You look ... tired. - you called yourself this liberty in relation to him. You couldn't help yourself. Your heart clenched with tenderness at one glance at him.

Kirigan shuddered, freeing himself from his thoughts, and looked at you.

- Y/N ..., - the General muttered quietly, - what? He asked, clearing his throat, pulling himself together again.

“Do you need any help?” You repeated more firmly.

- Help with what? - he asked, carefully examining me. I was wearing a night dress made of light fabric. The fabric was snug against the body.

“Maybe you need a fresh look at the cards?” You offered with a smile, “or just to talk, free your thoughts?

You yourself did not believe that you were saying this to him, but the longer you communicated with the General, the more you were drawn to him.

“Thanks for the offer, Y/N, but I'm fine. It's just too much work. Too much war. People are tired. From war, from death, from losses.

“A war cannot last forever,” you said looking into the General's eyes.

“With your help, my dear Summoner, I hope that the war will end soon,” Kirigan said with tenderness in his eyes. “Now let me escort you to your chambers so that I’m sure that nothing has happened to you,” he said. he with a smile.

You averted your eyes in embarrassment and went to your chambers. Kirigan walked to your left. You just wanted to look at him make sure he was still there, by your side. But you looked at him for too long and, entangled in your own legs, began to fall to the floor, until strong hands grabbed you, keeping you from falling shamefully.

“God, I`m sorry…” you began to justify your awkwardness, trying to think of a reason why you looked at Kirigan for so long, but you couldn't come up with anything.

"It's fine," Kirigan laughed softly, still holding your hand. You rarely heard him laugh. God, he didn't even often allow himself to smile, to really smile, but now it seemed to you that he was finally laughing sincerely, carefree, enjoying ... being with you?

You wanted to free your hand from Kirigan's grip, but he wouldn't let you.

“I wouldn’t want for you to fall,” Kirigan said with a smile. “Otherwise, what kind of General am I to allow one of my best people to put herself in such danger?

You felt your cheeks turn red, but no longer tried to pull your hand and tried to look straight ahead. He walked you to the front door of your chambers, still holding your hand in his. You enjoyed the sensation of his skin close to yours, praying that those moments would last as long as possible.

Stopping in front of your chambers, you felt even more awkward. Will he come to your room? Should you let him? What should you tell him?

While you were trying to say at least something, Kirigan dropped your hand and then gently ran his palm over your cheek. His touch was so gentle as if he believed that you were made of glass and with any careless movement could break in his hands.

“Thank you,” he whispered. In his eyes you saw only tenderness and a hint of ... what? Love? You couldn't even call yourself to dream about it, so that later you would not be left alone with a broken heart.

“For what?” You whispered.

- For worrying about me., - he gently touched his lips to your hand, - and please ... call me Alexander, - he smiled and while you stood, amazed by his words and actions, he turned around and went back towards your office.

On trembling legs you entered your room and this stupid smile appeared on your lips, which you still could not remove. And why did you feel a sharp pain in your head. You fell to your knees, grabbed your head trying to make the pain stop but nothing helped. Memories and images began to pop up in your head. And in these images there was only one person - Alexander. But he looked different. Longer hair, different clothes. It seemed to you that you were looking at it from the outside. Here you see how you walk with Alexander across the field, among the flowers, and he holds your hand. Here you are in the forest, and Alexander helps you collect medicinal herbs. You see your kisses. Your nights full of love. Your wedding. And your vows of eternal love to each other. You try to calm your breathing, calm yourself but the following image appears in your head. Like one of the king's soldiers stabs you in the stomach in front of Alexander. You see, you hear Alexander screaming your name, but you cannot answer him anything. You see the pain and anguish and his eyes that you cannot calm him down, you cannot tell him that everything will be fine. That you love him. And then darkness falls. The last thing you see is Alexander's face painted with pain.

You don't know how much time has passed. When you wake up, you find yourself lying on the floor in your room, wrapping your arms around yourself and trying to stop your sobs.

You are returning to the present again. Two weeks have passed since that day, but you still haven't had the courage to tell Alexander the truth. How will he react? What will he do? What will he say? What if what you tell him will cause him only more pain?

Part 1?

Do you need part 2 of the story?

Silly girl

You started dating Timothee only a month ago. You experienced warm feelings for each other, you were good together, you felt like you were home. But you and Timothee were very different. You were from different backgrounds, with different interests and preferences. But it wasn't a bad thing. You learned a lot from him, and he from you. You shared with each other your stories, your experiences, your hobbies.

Timothee loved being around people. It seemed to you that he always felt confident among them. He was an actor and of course his social life was very active. Regular business meetings. Also a lot of parties. Timothee has often invited you along as his girfriend. You've always been afraid to meet new people. It was stressful for you. Over time, you could overcome your fear a little, but you did not succeed in completely conquering it. But you couldn't refuse Timothee. Especially when he looked at you with sincerity and enthusiasm in his eyes. He sincerely wanted you to be with him. So that he can hold your hand, hug your waist among all these people. He was crazy about you and wanted to show everyone that he belongs to you and you belong to him.

  It was a party about... honestly, you had no idea what it was about. But as soon as you entered a room full of people, you immediately felt anxious. You felt like all eyes were on you. In a bad way. You were wearing a purple dress. It was simple, but you liked it. Even though Timothee held your hand the whole time, you felt like it was getting harder for you to breathe every minute. Every time Timothee introduced you to someone, you felt the eyes of these people burn through you. The way they look at you, then look at Timothee and wonder, "What's a guy like him doing with a girl like her?" You knew that these thoughts were irrational. They are the product of your imagination, you convinced yourself. Timothee has repeatedly told you how much you meant for him, how much he likes you. You haven't said the magic words "I love you" to each other yet. You were in love with him, yes. But you was afraid to say these words first.

While Timothee was talking to some guy named Jake, you excused yourself and went to find another drink. Timothee nodded to you and as you walked, you felt his eyes on you. He's been looking at you all evening. Constantly asking how you feel. You said that everything was fine with you, but it was clear that he did not believe you.

You walked over to the drinks table and grabbed another glass. You looked around the room and the people around you and all you wanted now was to become invisible. Or hide from everyone. You're not used to this. To such people, such an environment. But it was important to Timothee, and he was important to you.

You were so wrapped up in your own thoughts that you didn't notice Timothee approach you. You don't know if he called you or not, but when you felt him take your hand, you shuddered.

“God!” you said, “Tim. You scared me, - you smiled at him and saw that he was looking at you carefully.

- I'm sorry, baby. Are you okay?

- Of course, I'm f...

"Tell me the truth," he interrupted you, "please."

“What do you mean?” you asked him and honestly tried to sound convincing.

"You know what I mean," he said and moved closer to you. Then he put his hand on your cheek and began to gently stroke your face with his thumb – “you pretend all evening that you are having a good time, but I know that you are not. Your eyes betray you.”

Involuntarily, your eyes began to fill with tears, but you quickly pulled yourself together and wiped away the tear that treacherously rolled down your cheek. As soon as Timothee saw your tears, horror was reflected in his eyes.

“Baby, what…,” he began to say, but this time you didn’t let him finish.

- I`m so sorry, - you quickly began to apologize, avoiding his gaze, - it's just everything is very new to me. I mean all these people, this type of life. I've had anxiety all my life when I'm around strangers, and now it's only gotten worse. I may be acting like a child, but I feel like all these people are looking at me. And on you. When you're with me, hold my hand. It's like they're judging me for being with you. I love to go everywhere with you, but sometimes it's just too much for me. I didn't want to tell you about it because you were so happy and excited. I'm sorry.

When you finished speaking, Timothee held you tight.

“My silly girl,” he said, after which he looked into your eyes, “you should have told me everything at once. Do you think your feelings are not important? Yes, I love it when you go to events with me, I love to always be with you, but the most important thing is how you feel.

"I just…" you started, but he interrupted you again and pressed his lips to yours. After a while, he pulled away from your lips and looked into your eyes.

- Your feelings are important. You are important to me. Don't ever forget that, got it? If you feel that you are not ready to go somewhere or do something, then you immediately tell me about it. So that we can do things together that we both enjoy. The most important thing in a relationship is talking to each other, right? Do you know who told me about this? You,” he smiled tenderly and kissed me on the forehead, “besides,” Timothee whispered in my ear, “you are better than all the people who are here. With you I feel like myself. The rest of you who don't like it can fuck off.

"Thank you," you whispered and nuzzled into his neck.

"My girl," he muttered, and pulled you closer to him. Warmth spread through your body from his words.

- Tim, I like to go everywhere with you, it's just that sometimes it's ... too much, you know? I need a little time to get used to.

- Anything you want. I'll give you whatever you want, - he said sincerely.

“Do you want to leave?” Timothee asked after a couple of moments.

- Honestly? Yes, - you said modestly and smiled slightly. Timothee smiled back at you, took you tightly by the hand and led you to the exit. So that you can spend time just the two of you, away from the whole world.

Anxiety

You were terribly nervous and did not understand the reason for your anxiety. You just woke up with the thought that today could be a bad day and you would do something wrong and get into trouble. You just couldn't get rid of that feeling. You had a free morning because you only had to be at the office at noon. Fortunately, Timothee was at home today, reading scripts for his future potential films.

You couldn't take it anymore, you needed to be in the arms of your man. You quickly went to your bedroom with him and saw Timothee, in whose hands was another script. Without hesitation, you walked up to him, took the script from his hands, put it aside and climbed onto your boyfriend’s knees and pressed tightly against him, burying your face in his neck.

"Hey, mon amour, what's wrong?" he asked uncertainly, but then hugged you back tightly.

“Nothing,” you replied, “I just wanted to be with you.”

Your voice was muffled as you still pressed your lips against his neck. Timothee began to stroke your back and hair. You inhaled his scent and you felt better, the anxiety let go.

- Are you sure? - he asked again with doubt in his voice.

You didn't like to lie to him. At the beginning of your relationship, you agreed with Timothee that you would not hide your feelings and experiences from each other. You were good together and you knew that you could trust Timothee and tell him about your experiences. And he will not mock you or not take your feelings seriously.

- I'm just really nervous. I don't know why." You hugged him tighter.

- It's all right, my love, I'm with you. I will always be with you and always support you. I love you,  you know that, don't you? Timothy asked and pressed his lips to your hair.

- Yes, I know. I love you too, so much. I'm so glad that I have you, - you said and kissed him on the lips.

You felt his smile on your lips, after which Timothy deepened the kiss and did everything to make you forget about your feelings. All you could think about now was Timothy and your love for him.

Pancakes?

So, it`s mine first work and english is my seconde language and i still learn it. But i`ve still decided to give it a try. So...i hope you'll enjoy it. Please tell me what you think!

It was 9 in the morning. You were sitting at the table, at your small but cozy kitchen holding a hot cup of coffee preparing yourself for the new day. Lost in your mind you haven’t noticed Ben entering the kitchen anв kissing you in the top of you head.

- Good morning sunshine – he said kindly.

You flinched from surprise almost spilling coffee on yourself.

- God, Ben, you scared me - you laughed.

- Again making plans to enslave this world and did not notice my presence? - he joked sitting down on the chair opposite you.

- Mmm… actually thinking about what delicious pancakes you make,” you smiled innocently at him, - how about breakfast? - you asked, placing your hands under your chin and biting your lip.

Ben frowned but there was a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.

- As far as I remember ... - he said tapping his index finger on his lower lip, - it's your turn today ...

But he could not finish the sentence he started as you quickly got up from your seat and sat on his knees kissing him tenderly on such inviting lips. It was a slow and sensual kiss. Ben's hands moved to your waist and he pulled you closer to him. You grabbed Ben's hair with one hand and tilted his head to the right while your lips moved to his neck kissing and nibbling gently.

- It…will not… work….,” Ben said with a low voice almost breathless.

- Mmm,- you mumbled into his neck while you pressed your hips closer to Ben's groin and bit his earlobe, - please -, you whispered languidly.

- On the other hand ..., - said Ben huddling voice but again you did not let him finish, and drew him in a passionate kiss from which you both soon be out of air in the lungs.

- You're impossible,- Ben whispered and pressed his forehead against yours.

-And I'm all yours,- you whispered in response, also trying to regain your breathing and heart palpitations.

- Mine - Ben said confidently once again quickly kissing you on the lips, - so, pancakes with what syrup do you want?, - he asked, smiling radiantly, to which you laughed happily.