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“It’s still hot. Only touch the handle,” she warned.
He nodded as he defiantly reached out and laid his fingertips on the glass portion of the carafe. He hissed and snatched his hand back as he glared accusingly at it.
“I told you it was hot!” she insisted.
“How can such a little thing, a tiny little barely heated thing, burn my skin? I am Ra! I have touched the sun, regularly!”
Now was her turn to exhibit some fatigue, casting a tired glance his way and shaking her head. “You are a human, who used to be Ra. It doesn’t matter what the individual living in that body used to be capable of. It only matters what that body is capable of now.”
“It is such a lowly trick of fate,” he grumbled. “I will forever be Ra.”
“A lowly trick of fate?” she asked, now thoroughly offended.
“Yes! Be patient, it is prophesied. Live again my…” he hesitated, searching for the right expression.
“Ass. Live again my ass…”
He looked quizzically at her, his face scrunching up in confusion. “I do not have an ass.”
Azi smirked as her gaze drifted down to his very nicely curved and muscled ass, took a few seconds to enjoy the view, then slowly went right back to meet his gaze.
His lips pressed together as he stared right back at her. “Is an ass not a beast of burden?”
“Not always, Ra. In this instance, an ass is your backside.”
Ra’s gaze slid down her body to her ass, where he took his own time to enjoy the view. One corner of his mouth lifted in a smirk as he raised his gaze to hers, much the same way she had to him. But as he defiantly looked her in the eye, he licked his lips seductively, then turned back to the coffee pot. This time, the scorch of his fingers was accidental as he simply forgot that he needed to be careful. A growl bubbled up out of his chest as he slammed his coffee mug down onto the counter-top. “I. Hate. This.”
“Here, let me,” she said.
“No! I am not incapable! I am simply limited, and ostensibly so! I can do it!” He snatched up his cup once more, the little coffee still sloshing around the bottom of the cup splashing over the side, and poured a steady stream of black coffee into it. He added sugar — four teaspoons, as opposed to her two teaspoons — and looked over his shoulder to dare her to tell him he couldn’t have that much.
Azi was still a little shaken — in a good way — from the lip licking he’d performed, and didn’t quite get that he was looking for the cream.
“I need the cream,” he stated, as though she should have known that was what he was looking for.
“It’s in the fridge. You know, where we keep the cold things!”
“No, I do not know!” He walked over to the fridge and pulled it open, nearly tearing the door off.
“Easy! You don’t have to remove the door!” Azi warned.
“It looked heavy. I thought it was heavy.”
“It’s not heavy. It just seals to keep the food inside cold.”
He nodded and sniffed the carton of cream he held in his hand. “I like this.”
“It is good,” she agreed, as she poured the eggs into the buttered skillet and began moving them back and forth.
Ra poured some of the cream into his coffee, then turned it up to drink the rest of the cream from the container.
“Hey!”
Ra nodded. “Yes, this is good. We need more of this.”
“It’s cream.”
“I like cream.”
