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Inspired once more by Chaz’s fic, this time, Latkes
Somehow, I seem to have got an ongoing ‘verse, inspired by Chaz, with Trey and a partner. This one falls between Star and Star 2…
Wise
“No, you mix it like this! Otherwise, you’re gonna get lumps.”
She moved in close to adjust his grip on the whisk, pressing her body against his back. He took a deep breath.
“Or, we could forget the cooking lesson?” He modulated his voice to emit his most seductive drawl.
She swatted at him with her free hand.
“If you would pay attention, we could move onto…other stuff…quicker.”
“Hmm, other stuff. I like the sound of that. You sure we can’t just skip the cooking? Who needs to eat?”
“We do,” she said firmly. “What is it with you? How’d you manage on your own all these years without learning to cook the basics?”
He tensed up, couldn’t help the automatic response triggered by a reference to his past. He'd told her the short version: he’d admitted to his time in Juvie, in jail. He didn't talk about his family.
“I’m sorry,” she said, contrite in the face of his silence. She laid her head against his shoulder and rubbed her other hand up and down his arm. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You don’t, you didn’t…I, my little brother, he was the cook…I never took the time to learn.”
“Well, I guess you decided to wise up, huh?”
Yeah he thought, as he turned to look at her, and place a kiss on her beautiful, open face, finally, I did.
Somehow, I seem to have got an ongoing ‘verse, inspired by Chaz, with Trey and a partner. This one falls between Star and Star 2…
Wise
“No, you mix it like this! Otherwise, you’re gonna get lumps.”
She moved in close to adjust his grip on the whisk, pressing her body against his back. He took a deep breath.
“Or, we could forget the cooking lesson?” He modulated his voice to emit his most seductive drawl.
She swatted at him with her free hand.
“If you would pay attention, we could move onto…other stuff…quicker.”
“Hmm, other stuff. I like the sound of that. You sure we can’t just skip the cooking? Who needs to eat?”
“We do,” she said firmly. “What is it with you? How’d you manage on your own all these years without learning to cook the basics?”
He tensed up, couldn’t help the automatic response triggered by a reference to his past. He'd told her the short version: he’d admitted to his time in Juvie, in jail. He didn't talk about his family.
“I’m sorry,” she said, contrite in the face of his silence. She laid her head against his shoulder and rubbed her other hand up and down his arm. “I didn’t mean to pry.”
“You don’t, you didn’t…I, my little brother, he was the cook…I never took the time to learn.”
“Well, I guess you decided to wise up, huh?”
Yeah he thought, as he turned to look at her, and place a kiss on her beautiful, open face, finally, I did.