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V sighed wistfully watching Bea knead the challah dough. The way her forearms flexed and the flyaways in her messy bun had him feeling dizzy as he took her all in. The fans in the mess trailer were out and her bangs were plastered to her forehead with sweat, a bead of which carved a clean line through the flour on her cheek.
"Babe will you grab a bowl for me?" Bea asked and nodded up at the cabinet.
V stopped the video of her he had been secretly recording and set his phone down. He sidled up behind Bea and placed one hand on her waist as the other opened the cabinet above her. She nudged her head back into his face. "Too hot, back up."
The servos in his hand whirred as V cooled down the hand on her waist. He set the bowl on the counter and kissed her neck, the salty tang of her sweat sent a shock of affection, and a little arousal, through him. Bea sighed contentedly when he slid his hand under her shirt and ran his cold hand over her belly. He cooled his other hand down and placed it over the bare skin on her chest.
V kissed her neck again before removing his hands and sitting back down. "I'll fix the fans today, I promise."
Bea gathered the dough into a ball and placed it into the bowl while V started the recording again. She draped a hand towel over the bowl and set it next to the four other bowls of dough waiting to rise. She dusted her hands off on the apron she wore and placed it on the counter before glancing over at V. She grabbed two ice cold Nicolas from the fridge on her way over to him. "What are you doing?" Bea handed the can to him but he grabbed her wrist instead, jerking her towards him, causing her to stumble into his lap.
He switched his phone to the front camera and held his arm out to catch both of them in the frame. "Filming you."
Bea glared at the camera as she shook the can she was about to give him. "I hate it when you do that."
V grabbed the can and set it down next to him. He pulled her into his embrace and ran a cold finger down her arm. "You just hate it when I don't tell you I'm doing it."
Bea rolled her eyes and opened her can. Before she could take a sip, V grabbed it and took a giant gulp.
"Hey! I was the one slaving away all day while you just sat there not fixing the fucking fans."
"It wasn't my fault you forgot to prepare the dough last night—" V started.
Bea put her hand over the camera and nipped his ear. "It was actually," she whispered.
V moved the phone closer to their faces, "Say that again? I didn't catch that."
"Stop recording and fix the fans!" Bea giggled as she licked the curve of his ear and felt goosebumps travel beneath her hands.
V stopped the recording and groaned as he pushed Bea off of him. "It's just a few hours to Shabbat, c'mon," he whined.
Bea put her hands on her hips and raised her eyebrows. "I'm sorry, are you challenging an order the clan leader gave you?"
V smirked as he shot out of his chair, tackling Bea to the floor of the trailer. She squealed with laughter as he peppered her face and neck with kisses before silencing her with his tongue in her mouth. Her mumbled protests turned to soft sighs as he shoved his knee between her legs.
In front of them, someone cleared their throat.
Bea's face was bright red as she looked at Miriam upside down, standing over them with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Ah, c'mon Miri. Five more minutes? She was about to co—"
Bea shoved V off of her and jumped up to face her aunt who was also the clan's ripperdoc. "Yes, Miriam, what do you need?"
Miriam looked down at V's crotch before looking back at Bea and he turned around to adjust himself. "I need that putz to come look at my IV drip. The new software is bugging out."
"Yep, be down there in a couple minutes, Miri!" V's voice cracked when he shoved his cold hand down his pants to stop what had just started.