Watching Lucio move around the kitchen prepping their little meal was beyond adorable to Ansel, as simple as it was. He imagined there would be a day, maybe soon if he was lucky, when Lucio would dance around his own kitchen--no, their kitchen--putting together small meals and snacks for them to enjoy as they went out into the world on their romantic adventures with one another. The thought caused a yearning for Lucio in Ansel's chest, only this time it wasn't sexual. Ansel simply wanted to be near Lucio, surrounded by him, he wanted every ounce of his life to breathe Lucio and reflect his adoration for this breathtakingly beautiful boy. Never before had Ansel wanted to completely integrate his life with another human being's, never wanted to invite another person into his life in a way that would make them part of his foundation, a critical piece of who he was. But when he looked at Lucio, spreading peanut butter on toasted bread and packing each sandwich meticulously into its own little bag, Ansel felt warm.<br/><br/>Before following Lucio's instructions, Ansel's eyebrows perked slightly. He looked down to where Lucio has grabbed the paper bag and saw a package of plastic freezer bags next to it. He took one of the bags and silently made his way back to the freezer. Pulling out the automatic ice maker, Ansel collected a few handfuls of ice and dropped them into the bag. When he returned to the counter, Ansel took hold of the gelato and put it inside, making sure to bury the dessert into the ice. "This way, we won't have to worry about having cold mint soup for dessert, hm?" He grabbed the strawberries and placed them on top, planning on taking them out once they reached the hill so that they could thaw while they enjoyed the sandwiches. He placed the bag of ice to the side and grabbed the spoons, placing them into the paper bag, followed by the apples, walnuts, and finally the sandwiches. Once Lucio had slipped the water into the bag, Ansel gathered everything in one hand and gladly interlaced the fingers of his other hand with Lucio.<br/><br/>The grass felt wonderfully cool underneath Ansel's bare feet. He sat quietly and watched as Lucio fiddled with the food. This seemed like the perfect place for the two of them, alone, underneath Ansel's favorite tree. Ansel had always found weeping willows to be the most beautiful and serene trees, somehow managing to elicit feelings of sadness, wonder, and temptation in Ansel all at the same time. There was something oddly symbolic about there being a willow here, prophetic, maybe, if Ansel believed in such things. He smiled as Lucio tucked his small body underneath Ansel's arm, unable to tear his eyes away from the blonde boy even as Lucio stared out onto the water.<br/><br/>"Someday, we're going to come back here, and I'm going to make love to you underneath this tree," Ansel said matter-of-factly, as he if were talking about plans to go get the tires on his car changed. He grabbed a few walnuts and popped them into his mouth, enjoying the way they softly crunched in between his teeth. "We'll lay down a blanket so the grass doesn't irritate your beautiful skin and the setting sun will kiss our bodies as I enter you. It will feel so euphoric, fucking with the air touching our bare skin, your face illuminated by the dying rays of light." He had to stop himself now before he said anything else, something too deep, too much for only having been intimate with Lucio for not even two full weeks. It didn't matter if he felt it, saying it would make it too real too soon, and the last thing Ansel wanted to do was shatter this tranquil bubble the two had created for themselves. No, even if he felt it, Ansel wouldn't say it, he refused to let the weight of the words ruin this. Someday, he would tell Lucio how he really felt. But today he merely smiled, pressed a kiss to Lucio's forehead, and took a bite of his sandwich, letting the bread and peanut butter fill his mouth and stop anything else from coming out.