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sixwordstories2013-06-05 11:21 pm
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Contentedly reading while drinking some coffee.
It's good. It's enough. It's more than he could reasonably hope for from a chance encounter however long ago in a coffee shop and then a police station.
"Won't stop. Not even... t'morrow morning."
"Won't stop. Not even... t'morrow morning."
She has the right to. His sigh is a little shaky against her skin as he presses his forehead more firmly to hers.
"I can't-- promise 'm not gonna be a-- maladjusted asshole sometimes. Or that 'm not-- gonna get worried over things. But I... promise I'll feel th' same tomorrow. And that I'll-- be here."
"I can't-- promise 'm not gonna be a-- maladjusted asshole sometimes. Or that 'm not-- gonna get worried over things. But I... promise I'll feel th' same tomorrow. And that I'll-- be here."
Edited (words, bah) 2013-06-12 14:29 (UTC)
"That's all I need, then."
She just needs tomorrow. Just needs to be sure he'll be here and feeling the same things. They can deal with the rest later.
She just needs tomorrow. Just needs to be sure he'll be here and feeling the same things. They can deal with the rest later.
His laugh is entirely relieved as he pulls her closer, buries his face against her shoulder.
He'll stay on the couch. He'll fumble through a hangover in the morning wishing her well on her way to work.
He'll kiss her goodbye with a hesitant but entirely sober 'I love you.'
He'll stay on the couch. He'll fumble through a hangover in the morning wishing her well on her way to work.
He'll kiss her goodbye with a hesitant but entirely sober 'I love you.'
It's so much better than she was expecting out of the night. Makes for such a better morning, to be able to kiss him back and murmur another 'I love you' against his lips.
Knowing that he'll still be around when she's done with work makes all the difference in the world.
Knowing that he'll still be around when she's done with work makes all the difference in the world.
He will be. Might even still be at her apartment, fumbling through another attempt at dinner that will end in calling for pizza. Just to keep things normal. Just to keep this from rocking them off into the deep end.
They can do this. He believes they can do this.
They can do this. He believes they can do this.
And she does, too. Although she isn't entirely certain she believes in his cooking skills. Scratch that-- she doesn't.
"Trying to blow up my kitchen too, mm?"
"Trying to blow up my kitchen too, mm?"
"Maybe." He's certainly going to take a moment to break away from the disaster, catch her hand in his and steal a worried little kiss. "Not allowed t' cook in the hotel anymore."
"They had valid reason to ban you," she says with a laugh against his lips, "Y'did almost set the place on fire."
"I'm doing slightly better here."
Look how he's boiling water without burning the pot. Like a boss. A boss and a champion.
Look how he's boiling water without burning the pot. Like a boss. A boss and a champion.
She can see. She's very proud.
"Slightly. I'll not say there's been tremendous improvement until you've gotten to the point of mixing in the sauce without setting off the smoke alarm."
"Slightly. I'll not say there's been tremendous improvement until you've gotten to the point of mixing in the sauce without setting off the smoke alarm."
"Do I get probation on this? Like-- will you teach me to not fuck this up so much?"
Because he's... here. For the long run.
Because he's... here. For the long run.
"Can't say I'm all that much better than you." Though better enough that things don't start smoking whenever she makes an attempt, "But will-- give it a shot together, mm?"
"Yeah? That's... that works for you?" Like the rest of this. Like the whole 'it's okay we're in love' shot they were trying.
"It does," she answers firmly, "All of this does, mm?"
"What-- even the 'me being in your place while you're not home' bit?"
Not that it had been special. At all.
Not that it had been special. At all.
"So long as you aren't cooking when I'm not in, I suppose." A hint of amusement, "I think you're still going to require some supervision for that."
Because the cup-- or rather, the pot-- is threatening to runneth over again.
Because the cup-- or rather, the pot-- is threatening to runneth over again.
"Promi--"
Wait. Shit.
Give him a minute to deal with this. He's gotten slightly better at dealing with this.
Wait. Shit.
Give him a minute to deal with this. He's gotten slightly better at dealing with this.
Slightly, at least. They don't actually have to deal with boiling water everywhere this time around.
"There's an improvement, I suppose."
"There's an improvement, I suppose."
Just in the sink. The sink is a better place for boiling water. And the pasta might even be able to be saved.
"Promise 'm house-broken, at least. And never again to touch anything in the kitchen without your express approval."
"Promise 'm house-broken, at least. And never again to touch anything in the kitchen without your express approval."
A+ Look how much he's grown.
"Good." So she'll be stealing a kiss before letting him get back to his attempts at cooking, then.
"Good." So she'll be stealing a kiss before letting him get back to his attempts at cooking, then.
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