And Now This is Happening
Rated: R (language)
Summary: The Hanella misdiagnosis (or misdiagnosis adjacent) fic that was highly requested for some reason is finally here.
“Mmm,” Hank murmured, stepping up behind Stella in the kitchen and pressing his face into her neck. “You smell delicious.”
“That isn’t me,” she said, wiggling her shoulders as he tickled her neck with his breath. “It’s the leftover pad Thai.”
Hank licked the side of her neck where the tendon crept up from her shoulder and she chuckled in spite of herself and shifted her shoulders again. She stopped spooning leftovers from a paper container onto a plate for a moment to push him away.
“Definitely you,” he argued. “Like apricot. New body wash?”
“Yes. Did you want me to heat any of this up for you?”
“I like it, and yes, please. Fasting is cruel and unusual.”
“How come you’re home so late?” She licked pad Thai sauce from her fingers and moved to the microwave. “How did it go?”