Arthur’s hands creep up around your waist as you feel him press up against your back

“Whatcha cookin’?”

Arthur asks as he starts to kiss the nape of your neck. You chuckle at the sensation of his lips against your exposed skin

“Same thing I’ve been cooking for the last few years in hopes of poisonin’ ya”

The wooden spoon gently scratches the side of the cooking pot as it pushes down all the herbs into the broth