number 17 would be lovely lorna :)
height difference kisses where one person has to bend do wn and the other is on their tippy toes
The height difference between them wasn’t particularly noticeable, it really wasn’t. It was a few inches at best, only enough to make Aaron tilt his chin upward slightly when he was kissing Robert to get the best angle, but it was nothing major.
It wasn’t as though they were Adam and Vic, Adam able to rest his chin on top of Victoria’s head as they stood. No, it was nothing as obvious as that, but sometimes (just sometimes) when Aaron was standing around in his socks, and Robert was dressed and ready to go, that height difference felt a bit more pronounced.
Like right there and then. It was early on a Saturday morning, Aaron half asleep as he stood, slumped at the kitchen counter, cup of tea in hand. He was planning on going straight back to bed when Robert left for the half day conference in Leeds Nicola was forcing him to attend.
“I’ll text you when I’m on my way home,” Robert said, stuffing half a slice of toast into his mouth as he spoke, trying to fix his haphazardly done tie. He’d overslept a bit (Aaron’s fault, really) and so he’d been in a right panic for the last half an hour, running around like a whirlwind trying to get ready.
Aaron set the cup of tea he’d been nursing down, knocking Robert’s hands out of the way so he could straighten his tie for him. It was so blissfully domestic, it made Aaron’s heart twist in his chest for a second as he fiddled with the navy material, suddenly acutely aware of Robert’s presence (more than he had done as he’d padded around after his husband, half asleep) the familiar scent of Robert’s cologne overwhelming his senses.
Before he did his best to make Robert as late as possible, Aaron leaned back against the counter, picking up his cup of tea again. “We should go out for dinner tonight,” he suggested, the idea of a night out in town with Robert more than appealing. “We still haven’t tried that new Italian place in Hotten you’ve been banging on about.”
Robert leaned down (he honest to goodness leaned down, hunched over and stooping so he could get the perfect angle to kiss Aaron) and Aaron couldn’t help but melt into Robert’s embrace, the more pronounced height difference setting his heart right on edge.
“Book a table, and wear your best suit, Mr Sugden,” Robert grinned, straightening up and grabbing the travel mug of tea Aaron had made him. “Don’t miss me too much.”
Aaron returned the grin. “I never do.”