Warming Up (Riza/Martel) 30sweets #1 "Cookies"
Title: Warming Up
Theme: #1 from 30sweets "Cookies"
Rating: PG
Pairing: MartelRiza
Word Count: 1,221
"You've gotten domestic," Martel yawned, laying upside down on the couch, her back bent over the arm so she could look at Riza working in the kitchen.
"I have not!" Riza retaliated, sending a glaring look at the chimera. "And don't lay like that. It looks like it hurts."
Martel sat up and laughed, tucking her feet under her. "Doesn't hurt," she said, popping her back loudly. She laughed again as Riza winced, but the laugh was cut off by a gaping yawn. "Ah, so hard to get up in the winter..."
"Which is why I'm warming up the kitchen by using the stove oven," Riza said, making a small exasperated noise. "And if you'd put a coat on over your tank top..."
"You have gotten domestic," Martel assured her, moving into the kitchen. "In fact, you sound like my mother."
"Oh," Riza said shaking her head at that. "I do not sound anything like her. I'm very much my own woman, whether or not I ask if you want a sweater or if I cook in the kitchen!"
"It's just different," Martel assured her, helping herself to a warm cup of coffee, reveling in the heat before actually taking a sip.
"Sure," Riza said. "I know. I couldn't even cook hot cereal when we lived together."
Martel nodded, tipping the chair back onto two legs, ignoring the glare from Riza. "No, you couldn't," she agreed. "I had to keep you away from the stove!"
"Amazing," Riza said with a grin.
Martel looked at her in confusion, emptying her cup of coffee into her mouth.
"It's amazing that once no one was keeping me away from the stove, I learned to cook very easily," Riza told her, feigning confusion.
"How many fires did you have?" Martel asked, not falling for the bait.
"Only one!" Riza snapped back, bending over to open the oven.
"Well, that's pretty good," Martel said, watching her bed over. "You still work out a lot."
"And go to the shooting range," Riza said. "Why?"
"Because your ass is still as tight as ever," Martel said easily, smiling.
Riza rolled her eyes, getting the cookies out of the oven. "I made your favorite kind," she told the chimera, changing the subject entirely.
"Oatmeal with caramel chips?" Martel asked hopefully and was rewarded with a nod.
"They'll need to cool off," Riza told her with a look.
Martel grinned. "Are you sure you only made these to warm up the kitchen?" she teased. "They can cool in my mouth." She stepped behind Riza, slipping an arm around her waist to grab a cookie from the tray. Riza countered the motion, though, grabbing the hand and pushing it back.
"No," she said firmly.
"Like you can stop me," Martel laughed, her other arm behind the same direction, snatching a cookie, stuffing it in her mouth.
Riza turned around and glared. "They're best when they're hot," Martel told her, taking another and stuffing it in Riza's mouth.
Riza was about to respond, but her voice was muffled. She chewed and swallowed the cookie, looking at Martel who had her pinned to the counter.
"How do you expect me to keep the kitchen warm by baking all day if you're keeping me here?" Riza asked.
Martel didn't answer that question, just pinned Riza's wrists with her hand up against the kitchen cabinets, enjoying the long, lean line the officer's body made. "Why did you still set up the couch for me?" Martel asked, easing closer to Riza, cutting off all space between them.
"What do you mean?" Riza asked, just close enough to the stove where she could feel the heat eminating from it.
Martel sighed, pulling Riza's wrists together and pinning them with one hand. She was obviously hurt, watching Riza carefully, her arm dropping dully to her side. "After last night, how could you still put me on the sofa?"
"What do you mean?" Riza asked again, but her voice was breathier this time, as Martel pressed her whole lean frame against her.
"Don't you remember?" Martel asked carefully, her free hand thumbing at Riza's cheekbone.
"It's just awkward," Riza panted, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
"Why?" Martel asked, pained, wishing now she's never asked the question.
Riza didn't answer; her intent clear enough as she raked her vision over the marks on Martel's skin.
"What do you remember?" she asked in a low voice, kissing below Riza's ear, cupping her jaw tenderly.
"I remember you, the girl I want to spend my entire life with," Riza repeated from the other night, blinking away the tears forming in her eyes.
"That's who I remember," Martel said softly, pulling away, wiping the tears away from Riza's face.
"It's just hard," Riza told her, the tears gone, her shaking ceased. "I know it's you, and I know I love you and want you and grieved when you died, but it's different, too."
"Just the body and a bit of the soul," Martel assured her, drawing Riza away from the counter with a gentle hand on her waist. "I know perfectly well I love you."
Riza nodded stiffly, grabbing the tray of cookies. She moved to the kitchen table with Martel and sat there with her elbows on the table. "I'd like you to sleep with me in my bed tonight," Riza managed, looking up at Martel with determined eyes.
"I'd love that," the chimera returned, placing a cookie at Riza's lips. Riza ate the cookie dutifully, licking the last of the crumbs off her mouth.
"You're right," she said after a moment.
Martel looked at her confused, chewed, and swallowed. "About what?" she asked, wiping the crumbs off her face.
"Pretty much everything," Riza sighed. "You're you. I love you. You love me. And the cookies taste better warm."
The chimera was too busy laughing to notice the look on Riza's face for a while. It was a look she knew well from when she was a kid. Idolatry, adoration, pure love. When she smiled softly and touched Riza's gentle face, the officer pulled her close, kissing her softly.
"Sealed with a kiss," she told the chimera.
Martel shivered lightly when Riza pulled away, staring up at her with a smile. "It's getting cold in here again," she mumbled, standing up and putting her coffee cup in the sink.
"Should I make more cookies?" Riza asked.
Shaking her head, Martel walked back, wrapping her arms around Riza and leaning her head against the officer's shoulder. "I've a better idea," she whispered in Riza's ear.
"What's that?" Riza asked, awkwardly holding the chimera back.
"Can I take that offer for tonight up now?"
Riza laughed and got up, giving Martel another soft kiss. "Of course," she said, leading the chimera to her room, snuggling up in the covers with her.
"We've got a cold winter season ahead of us," Martel told Riza, sighing happily in her arms.
"Then I'll have to make cookies a lot."
"Or we can stay in bed all day," Martel countered.
"We could," Riza agreed, closing her eyes, laying lazily with Martel, not caring about the subtle differences in anatomy or the way she didn't warm up until held, just happy to be holding her, and being her source of heat.
Theme: #1 from 30sweets "Cookies"
Rating: PG
Pairing: MartelRiza
Word Count: 1,221
"You've gotten domestic," Martel yawned, laying upside down on the couch, her back bent over the arm so she could look at Riza working in the kitchen.
"I have not!" Riza retaliated, sending a glaring look at the chimera. "And don't lay like that. It looks like it hurts."
Martel sat up and laughed, tucking her feet under her. "Doesn't hurt," she said, popping her back loudly. She laughed again as Riza winced, but the laugh was cut off by a gaping yawn. "Ah, so hard to get up in the winter..."
"Which is why I'm warming up the kitchen by using the stove oven," Riza said, making a small exasperated noise. "And if you'd put a coat on over your tank top..."
"You have gotten domestic," Martel assured her, moving into the kitchen. "In fact, you sound like my mother."
"Oh," Riza said shaking her head at that. "I do not sound anything like her. I'm very much my own woman, whether or not I ask if you want a sweater or if I cook in the kitchen!"
"It's just different," Martel assured her, helping herself to a warm cup of coffee, reveling in the heat before actually taking a sip.
"Sure," Riza said. "I know. I couldn't even cook hot cereal when we lived together."
Martel nodded, tipping the chair back onto two legs, ignoring the glare from Riza. "No, you couldn't," she agreed. "I had to keep you away from the stove!"
"Amazing," Riza said with a grin.
Martel looked at her in confusion, emptying her cup of coffee into her mouth.
"It's amazing that once no one was keeping me away from the stove, I learned to cook very easily," Riza told her, feigning confusion.
"How many fires did you have?" Martel asked, not falling for the bait.
"Only one!" Riza snapped back, bending over to open the oven.
"Well, that's pretty good," Martel said, watching her bed over. "You still work out a lot."
"And go to the shooting range," Riza said. "Why?"
"Because your ass is still as tight as ever," Martel said easily, smiling.
Riza rolled her eyes, getting the cookies out of the oven. "I made your favorite kind," she told the chimera, changing the subject entirely.
"Oatmeal with caramel chips?" Martel asked hopefully and was rewarded with a nod.
"They'll need to cool off," Riza told her with a look.
Martel grinned. "Are you sure you only made these to warm up the kitchen?" she teased. "They can cool in my mouth." She stepped behind Riza, slipping an arm around her waist to grab a cookie from the tray. Riza countered the motion, though, grabbing the hand and pushing it back.
"No," she said firmly.
"Like you can stop me," Martel laughed, her other arm behind the same direction, snatching a cookie, stuffing it in her mouth.
Riza turned around and glared. "They're best when they're hot," Martel told her, taking another and stuffing it in Riza's mouth.
Riza was about to respond, but her voice was muffled. She chewed and swallowed the cookie, looking at Martel who had her pinned to the counter.
"How do you expect me to keep the kitchen warm by baking all day if you're keeping me here?" Riza asked.
Martel didn't answer that question, just pinned Riza's wrists with her hand up against the kitchen cabinets, enjoying the long, lean line the officer's body made. "Why did you still set up the couch for me?" Martel asked, easing closer to Riza, cutting off all space between them.
"What do you mean?" Riza asked, just close enough to the stove where she could feel the heat eminating from it.
Martel sighed, pulling Riza's wrists together and pinning them with one hand. She was obviously hurt, watching Riza carefully, her arm dropping dully to her side. "After last night, how could you still put me on the sofa?"
"What do you mean?" Riza asked again, but her voice was breathier this time, as Martel pressed her whole lean frame against her.
"Don't you remember?" Martel asked carefully, her free hand thumbing at Riza's cheekbone.
"It's just awkward," Riza panted, sucking her lower lip into her mouth.
"Why?" Martel asked, pained, wishing now she's never asked the question.
Riza didn't answer; her intent clear enough as she raked her vision over the marks on Martel's skin.
"What do you remember?" she asked in a low voice, kissing below Riza's ear, cupping her jaw tenderly.
"I remember you, the girl I want to spend my entire life with," Riza repeated from the other night, blinking away the tears forming in her eyes.
"That's who I remember," Martel said softly, pulling away, wiping the tears away from Riza's face.
"It's just hard," Riza told her, the tears gone, her shaking ceased. "I know it's you, and I know I love you and want you and grieved when you died, but it's different, too."
"Just the body and a bit of the soul," Martel assured her, drawing Riza away from the counter with a gentle hand on her waist. "I know perfectly well I love you."
Riza nodded stiffly, grabbing the tray of cookies. She moved to the kitchen table with Martel and sat there with her elbows on the table. "I'd like you to sleep with me in my bed tonight," Riza managed, looking up at Martel with determined eyes.
"I'd love that," the chimera returned, placing a cookie at Riza's lips. Riza ate the cookie dutifully, licking the last of the crumbs off her mouth.
"You're right," she said after a moment.
Martel looked at her confused, chewed, and swallowed. "About what?" she asked, wiping the crumbs off her face.
"Pretty much everything," Riza sighed. "You're you. I love you. You love me. And the cookies taste better warm."
The chimera was too busy laughing to notice the look on Riza's face for a while. It was a look she knew well from when she was a kid. Idolatry, adoration, pure love. When she smiled softly and touched Riza's gentle face, the officer pulled her close, kissing her softly.
"Sealed with a kiss," she told the chimera.
Martel shivered lightly when Riza pulled away, staring up at her with a smile. "It's getting cold in here again," she mumbled, standing up and putting her coffee cup in the sink.
"Should I make more cookies?" Riza asked.
Shaking her head, Martel walked back, wrapping her arms around Riza and leaning her head against the officer's shoulder. "I've a better idea," she whispered in Riza's ear.
"What's that?" Riza asked, awkwardly holding the chimera back.
"Can I take that offer for tonight up now?"
Riza laughed and got up, giving Martel another soft kiss. "Of course," she said, leading the chimera to her room, snuggling up in the covers with her.
"We've got a cold winter season ahead of us," Martel told Riza, sighing happily in her arms.
"Then I'll have to make cookies a lot."
"Or we can stay in bed all day," Martel countered.
"We could," Riza agreed, closing her eyes, laying lazily with Martel, not caring about the subtle differences in anatomy or the way she didn't warm up until held, just happy to be holding her, and being her source of heat.