#detektivmartinsson
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He could feel her coming to her and and Magnus concentrated more on her, concentrated on the same spot that had made her shriek, same intensity, same concentration.
Magnus could have thought about what it meant about them, where they were in the relationship, if they would or not have sex, and what would happen if it didn’t work out. But all he could think about is how her legs felt around his head, how much he had liked her weight on him and how wonderful her screams were.
He wanted to tell her to come for him, to scream for him, to let it all go, but he couldn’t stop, he wouldn’t, not until she was doing it herself.
Rebecka’s body arched and her hands tightened in his.
He hadn’t be lying, or even exaggerating when he said that his concentration on her would make her not so quiet.
Her breath was coming faster, her voice was squeaking out her pleasure, and all the while, his name was the only thing she could utter.
Her whole body tightened as she pulled his hand harder towards her and she screamed his name as she rode out her orgasm.
Her hips moved against him and she felt the fire spread all throughout her body.
She was breathless, panting, her body quivering as she pulled him up to hold him. She needed to hold him or she felt like she might just float away.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“Then don’t be,” he said as he tightened his grip on her hand and then softened, in time with his tongue, in time with her hips that seemed to move against him too.
He felt hot and warm all over, her legs were cold on his bare back and he felt it helped, it helped him concentrate, it helped cool him down or else the feeling would just burn him.
And god, did he love that feeling.
“fuuuuuckkk...” she moaned as she held his hand and turned her head.
It was the way he had accepted her, the way he wanted her to be who she was, to do what gave her pleasure…to just be herself.
And this was the first time she was doing this with him, and she was still feeling like maybe she should be more careful, hold back, not be too open in case…
But with his words and his actions and the tone of his voice he banished any thought of her protecting herself from him.
Her legs tightened and she moaned his name again, letting herself be pushed to the edge.
“You feel…so good…” she breathed as she caressed his back with her leg.
And just when she thought she was in control and she was enjoying the ride he was giving her… she felt him intensify.
She gasped, she moaned, she very nearly shrieked as his name fell from her lips and echoed in the room.
His name was all she could say as she arched toward him, wanting him to bring her to her climax, but also never wanting this feeling to end.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
There was something about the way he reached for her, the way his fingers intertwined with hers… and she was having trouble keeping quiet.
The sensations she felt were something completely new to her. Never mind that it had been a long time since she had been with anyone, but she had neverbeen with anyone like this.
Rebecka gripped his fingers tightly in hers, pressing her palm against his as she pulled him closer.
“Magnus… I need…”
And she felt him find a spot that made her whole body hum.
She let out a long moan, perhaps a little louder than she intended it to be.
“Magnus… I can’t be quiet… I… oh god… Magnus...” she panted as she squeezed his hands in her own.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He felt his heart race as he pulled her on top of his lap, as he kissed her and his hands roamed her back, as he gasped and pressed into her.
God, he liked her weight on him, he liked her on top of him and holding him and kissing him. She was being gentle with him and she touched his shoulder with care and caution.
He kissed her collarbone and her neck as their ministrations began to heat up and then he was moving to pull down her pants and panties, to lay her down and then to kiss her thighs softly as he began to eat her out.
Rebecka gasped when she felt him. The kisses to her inner thigh had raised goosebumps all over her skin, and then…
His breath was warm against her wetness as she draped her legs over his shoulders.
Her hands moved to his hair and she tousled it as she closed her eyes.
A small moan escaped her lips as the rhythm of his tongue made her want to move against him.
She let out a small squeak as her legs tensed and her fingers gripped his hair tighter.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He chuckled, nervously.
“So, is that a… uh… a yes?” he asked her as he kissed her and he was pressing his body down on hers. “And if we… You know, if anything else happens, do you mind if… you’re on top?”
He nodded his head to his hurt shoulder.
“Can’t really stay on his arm for too long.” He then bit his lip and looked down at her, “Am I talking too much?”
Rebecka reached up to touch his shoulder as she kissed him.
“That is a lot of questions to answer…” she smiled against his lips. “But let me see if I can answer some of them at the same time…” she whispered.
And with surprising strength, she pushed against him, giving him just enough of a nudge for her to get out from under him and settle next to him on the floor. His injured shoulder was exposed and her hand moved to touch him gently.
She leaned over and kissed his shoulder and then up his neck to just in front of his ear.
“You are not talking too much, I like it when you talk,” she whispered to him.
“And this is a yes…” she said as she kissed him passionately.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka was dizzy and breathless and almost a rag doll to his strength.
She gasped as he got her shirt off her, as his eyes darkened and freed her from her bra.
And then they were on the floor and she was pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around him as her hands explored his body under his shirt.
She arched into his mouth, pulling at his shirt to free him from it, to feel his skin without being fettered.
Rebecka closed her eyes and opened her mouth, the corners of her lips curling into a small smile when he told her she was beautiful.
It had been a long time since she had done anything like this, and even longer since she had felt beautiful doing it. It had been more of a chore with her last boyfriend, something they did, something she felt like she worked at… but with Magnus…
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair and then she was opened her eyes and looked directly into his.
“Magnus…” she whispered to him.
It was the only thing she could say, he was the only thing on her mind.
He kissed her, pressing his body down against her, but not wanting to squish her as he did so. He held her face and he moaned into her lips as his hands moved downwards to touch her breasts.
“Bec,” he said. “I haven’t done… done this in a while… I might…”
He looked at her.
“I might not have a condom,” he said as he looked at her. “And… And I will stop and we can just make out if you want or… or I could go down on you and… that’s it, I just wanted to let you know that.”
He said it so casually, him going down on her or them making out, he wanted herto feel pleasure and not feel like he was putting any pressure on her to do anything but enjoy this.
Magnus was looking down at her.
“Bec?”
She felt her heart skip a beat and then speed up as he said that he could go down on her. And she saw the truth of it in his eyes.
“It’s been a long time for me too,” she said as she traced his lips with her fingertip. Her eyes looked from his eyes to his lips and she swallowed.
“No one has ever… I’ve never had anyone go down on me before…” she admitted as she looked back up into his eyes.
His body was so warm against her, and she didn’t want this to end… but she wasn’t sure she would be able to stop if they did anything more.
He made her feel wild and brave and she wanted him more than she had before.
She leaned up and kissed him again, pulling him closer as his hands caressed her breast.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
Rebecka was dizzy and breathless and almost a rag doll to his strength.
She gasped as he got her shirt off her, as his eyes darkened and freed her from her bra.
And then they were on the floor and she was pulling him closer and wrapping her legs around him as her hands explored his body under his shirt.
She arched into his mouth, pulling at his shirt to free him from it, to feel his skin without being fettered.
Rebecka closed her eyes and opened her mouth, the corners of her lips curling into a small smile when he told her she was beautiful.
It had been a long time since she had done anything like this, and even longer since she had felt beautiful doing it. It had been more of a chore with her last boyfriend, something they did, something she felt like she worked at… but with Magnus…
She closed her eyes and ran her fingers through his hair and then she was opened her eyes and looked directly into his.
“Magnus…” she whispered to him.
It was the only thing she could say, he was the only thing on her mind.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He inhaled when she kissed his neck, as his hands moved beneath her shirt, to her cool skin beneath. He felt her tense and then melt into him and he smiled as he felt her kissing him.
“I do not think… you’d want my full focus… this early in the… relationship,” he said to her, as he turned his head towards her and kissed her. “If I did… you would not be so quiet right now.”
It was a promise, an almost commination of what he could, and would be willingto do to her, for her, with her.
He turned his face towards her, looking into her eyes.
“Unless… you dowant my focus.”
Rebecka gasped against his skin when she felt his hands, but she quickly acquiesced to his touch.
And then he was telling her… he was challenging her… he was…
And she shuddered at the tone of his voice, at the implication of what he could do to her.
Rebecka looked down at him, her hands holding his face as she bit her lower lip.
“I think… this is the perfect time in the relationship for me to feel your focus,” she whispered to him.
She held his gaze until she couldn’t anymore and she just wanted to kiss him again.
When she kissed him, it was like everything disappeared and there was nothing but the two of them in his warm room. They were just hands and mouths and tongues and skin and the softest eyes belying the deep well of passion inside both of them.
“I want… you…”
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“You…” he said, between kisses, looking up at her in a dizzying sort of way. “You are the one… I needed distracting… from…”
He smiled as he held her and kissed her once more, inhaling her scent, placing his hand on the small of her back and pulling her even closer to him.
Magnus moaned at the delight of her weight on him.
His nose nudged hers as he fought the desire to kiss her more and more but he had little restraint as she held him, as he felt her hands in his hair, her cool skin seeming to contrast against the fever he felt rising in him.
“Oh really?” she smiled against his lips and her fingers ran through his hair.
She wasn’t going to let him be distracted from her.
Rebecka pushed back from him, feeling the air rush between them.
“Maybe if you just focus on me… you’ll find you don’t want to be distracted from me…”
She pushed up slightly and readjusted herself on his hips as she leaned in and kissed the soft skin on his neck. Her body pressed him back into the sofa cushions and she could feel his hands holding her, pulling her closer.
“Mmmmmm,” she hummed against his neck as she kissed his skin.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He inhaled her, feeling weak as she kissed him, and then when her lips lingered close to his, not touching, just close. God, his heart raced and he felt his breathing quicken.
“I.. suppose… I just…” he swallowed, his eyes meeting hers and then falling back to her lips. “Need the distraction.”
The distraction from her, the distraction from how she felt with her hands on his chest, the smell of her perfume and hair, the softness of her skin and her lips.
He leaned in and kissed her, much more passionately than she had kissed him, his hand holding her face as he pulled her towards him as if he were drowning and she was the only thing that could keep him afloat.
The passion in his kiss made her shudder at her core. She felt like she was spinning, and falling, and almost on fire.
And she never wanted it to stop.
A moan fell from her as she held onto him more tightly and she pressed closer to him.
The smell of his skin surrounded her and she deepened the kiss, giving in to the feeling of him, the intoxication of him.
Before she could stop herself, she was climbing him, pushing him back into the sofa and settling on his lap.
“Is this distracting enough?” she whispered to him, her lips still just a breath from his.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“It’s progressing,” he said, as he turned it over to her. “Though I daresay I might as well go and make some tea before I get started. Do you want some tea?”
But he didn’t want to move either. Because she was in front of him and god, he wanted to kiss her, but at the same time they should take it slowly because he didn’t want to mess things up.
But he was overthinking things, as usual, and he knew he should take charge a little bit more – like he had in the kitchen – but his heart was racing and he was sitting in front of her and they were in his room and… god, her eyes were so green.
Rebecka kneeled up in front of him when he asked if she wanted any tea.
“Maybe… in a little while,” she said as she rested her hands on his legs and leaned into him. She pressed a soft kiss to his lips and then nestled her nose against his.
“I love how you do that… how you are always asking to do things for me, get me things, to feed me…” she whispered and teased his lips with her own. “It’s incredibly sweet… and extremely hot,” she smiled against his lips.
And then she kissed him again, her hands sliding up his legs and resting on his chest.
She inhaled deeply and rested her forehead against his, her lips still almost on his.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
“I’m sure there are other ways,” Magnus said, and then he felt himself have an out-of-body experience and he stared at her, eyes wide, face feeling hot.
“I… I didn’t mean… that was…”
He looked back down.
“That’s not what… You know… Like… movies or something.”
But he had already said it and trying to step back from it only made it worse because he was actually talking about it.
“So uh… I don’t know many fairytales.” He smiled at her, “Though I probably do but I don’t remember many of them.”
God, he had already said it. His face was still red!
The smile grew on Rebecka’s face and she wanted so badly to lean up and kiss him to stop from talking, but he was embarrassed and he changed the subject, and so she chuckled and looked down and went along with him.
“Right, movies. I loved fairy tales when I was younger, and I was fascinated by the slightly different versions from other countries. We had a girl from the US in my class when I was younger and she would tell us about fairy tales she knew, and it was always so strange and a little off. I love Swedish fairy tales, but I’ve come to appreciate other countries retellings too.”
Rebecka came to sit right in front of him as he held the book in his hands. She peeked around the screen of the laptop.
“How is that progress bar coming along?” she said and then she looked up at him.
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
A laugh burst from her at the thought that someone would have fake books in a library.
“Nope, they are real, at least the ones I looked at. I can’t say for sure that your brother reads them, but he did buy them and have them put on those shelves… unless they came with the house!”
She scooted closer to Magnus as she handed him the book.
“This one was just a compilation of Swedish fairy tales. I haven’t thought about some of these in years, and there have been a few that I’ve never read! I was just reading First Born, First Wed.”
She smiled at him as she moved closer still.
“I wrote an essay at University on the differences and similarities between fairy tales and I used that story and a few German and English tales.”
She tilted her head as she bit her lip slightly.
“That would surely put you to sleep. At least you know that I can always help you if you have insomnia.”
The Watcher
Magnus scrolled through the video, biting his lip, as he cut out the longer pauses when he was looking for something.
He had to admit that it was getting easier to edit them and it gave him something to do. After his injury it had been become harder to find something that he wanted to do afterwards. He had done some cooking and he had done some freelance detective work, but with the shut downs and everything else occurring in the world, he had just wanted to retreat.
He never thought he would be in this situation.
Henry pushed his side and Magnus laughed, “Yes Henry, don’t worry, you’re still in here.”
The comments under the videos seemed to enjoy Henry’s inclusions in the video. Even though most of the time Henry was just running in and out of the kitchen and Magnus’ voice was always ‘Henry! Henry stop it! Henry no. Good boy.’ and 'Yes, I will give you a treat’. Although some of the comments seemed to enjoy them a little toomuch.
But it had been a few months and he was surprised how much he could make from it, not enough to go wild, but enough that he could buy a better camera and even a microphone. It was nice, research and work again.
He leaned back and he pressed the button for rendering, the video for a baked salmon with puff pastry uploading. And then he leaned forward, typing in the description:
'After reading Evan Shem’s new book I wondered what Ella would eat on a night off and I imagine her to be a salmon fan, so this video is for Ella.’
He turned the laptop over and just showed her the files still being transferred.
“It’ssointeresting, isn’t it? This is what we in the industry call, a progress bar.”
He smiled as he turned it back to him.
“I got a new camera kit but the laptop is still old so I should get a new one to keep up with the camera but…” he shrugged. “I still don’t know where I’m going to be for a while or if I need to pay rent or something if I leave again, if I wantto leave again. Money is…”
He made a face and then he leaned on his hand.
“What about you? I thought you would be deep in your writing.”
Rebecka laughed and she scooted slightly closer and strained to look at the computer. He was so genuinely funny, she couldn’t help but laugh with him.
And then he asked her about writing.
She unconsciously mirrored him, moving to rest her chin on her hand as she smiled at him.
“I was having too much fun cooking with you,” she beamed. She tilted her chin down and got a little more serious. “Sometimes writing happens when you least expect it to. There’s still time to do what I need to do. I want to see the horses next door again, and doing things I like always makes writing easier.”
She smiled at him again.
“Do you want me to read to you sometime?” she asked. “Not my stuff if you don’t want, but just whatever book I"m reading. I like to read out loud. I read the entirety of my first book out loud before I submitted it for final approval.”
She chuckled again remembering the hours and hours of her own voice echoing in her empty apartment.
