In honor of Thanksgiving, here’s a fluffy fic about the inner circle (feat. elriel specifically haha) Enjoy!!🍁❤️
Elain loved Thanksgiving.
It was an excuse for her to invite all of her friends over and decorate the whole townhouse. She had twenty recipes lined up on the counter and her hands were covered in flour as she made some fresh bread. There was only an hour left before everyone started to arrive, and she could feel sweat starting to form on her forehead—from stress or how quickly she was working, she didn’t know.
The oven started to beep, and Elain gasped, dropping the dough in her hands to look around for a towel. She was going to make the kitchen look like a winter wonderland with all the flour.
“Az!” She called, keeping her hands up in front of her to avoid making anymore of a mess. The smell of sugar cookies filled the air, and she was about to call his name again when she felt two strong arms wrap around her waist from behind.
“I leave for fifteen minutes, and come back to this?” He murmured, pressing a kiss to her neck. “You’re very neat aren’t you?”