Sinead had been deep in thought chopping vegetables for dinner, the pot of simmering water muffling the sounds around her; when she heard Tanis' voice, a thrill went down her spine. Turning to look at her, something in her smile grew even more genuine when she saw the other woman had appeared in the doorway alone.<br/>"No," Sinead replied, dropping the knife, wiping her hands in a dishtowel as she turned around. Her eyes had dipped to her hands at the motion, but her smile prevailed. There was probably still a cup or two left. "I can make you a fresh pot, though."<br/>When her eyes once again met Tanis, Sinead had only taken half a step away from the counter, once again folding the dishtowel into the waistband of her apron with blind ease.<br/>Uncertain what Tanis' intentions were, Sinead's heartbeat quickened at the memory of Tanis boldly kissing her in the living room. It felt reassuring, making her smile grow girlish. "If you don't mind waiting."