Lorne/Kavanagh Challenge
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Title: Kiss the Cook
Rating: R
Pairing: Lorne/Kavanagh
Word Count: 253
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sigh*
Prompt: October 30th challenge for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashing_lorne
Summary: Aprons are instigating!
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Nick moaned with a final thrust collapsing to the floor alongside the sweating scientist.
Calvin laughed as he wrapped an arm around the dark haired man kissing him lightly on the lips.
“I think I have rug burn,” the airman commented.
Calvin chuckled as he sniffed the air his brow furrowing with uncertainty. “Do you smell something?”
Nick paused a moment. “Oh shit!” he jumped from the living room floor, flying to the kitchen, as a wailing sound erupted from the smoke alarm. “Damn,” Nick said eyeing the burnt charcoal shape objects sitting in the frying pan.
Calvin had moved into the kitchen. He waved a towel at the offending alarm. It fell silent as he joined Nick. “Dinner a loss?” he asked. He blanched as he spotted the burgers. “That’s a yes then.”
Nick ribbed him gently. “It’s your fault.”
Calvin smirked. “I was only following the aprons advice.”
Nick then realized he was still wearing the dark blue apron. The words Kiss the Cook in bright red letters across the front. It was the only garment he was still wearing and it was all cockeyed around his neck. “Funny,” Nick replied. “Now what?” he asked dumping the ruined meal into the garbage deposal.
Calvin shrugged. “We can run out and grab something. Better yet, let’s order in. That apron is causing more trouble.” He grabbed the airman pulling him into another kiss.
Nick smiled into the affection. The tile floor was about to become a hot spot in itself.
The End.
eviljrTitle: Kiss the Cook
Rating: R
Pairing: Lorne/Kavanagh
Word Count: 253
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Not mine. *sigh*
Prompt: October 30th challenge for
slashing_lorneSummary: Aprons are instigating!
x-posted
kavtolanonNick moaned with a final thrust collapsing to the floor alongside the sweating scientist.
Calvin laughed as he wrapped an arm around the dark haired man kissing him lightly on the lips.
“I think I have rug burn,” the airman commented.
Calvin chuckled as he sniffed the air his brow furrowing with uncertainty. “Do you smell something?”
Nick paused a moment. “Oh shit!” he jumped from the living room floor, flying to the kitchen, as a wailing sound erupted from the smoke alarm. “Damn,” Nick said eyeing the burnt charcoal shape objects sitting in the frying pan.
Calvin had moved into the kitchen. He waved a towel at the offending alarm. It fell silent as he joined Nick. “Dinner a loss?” he asked. He blanched as he spotted the burgers. “That’s a yes then.”
Nick ribbed him gently. “It’s your fault.”
Calvin smirked. “I was only following the aprons advice.”
Nick then realized he was still wearing the dark blue apron. The words Kiss the Cook in bright red letters across the front. It was the only garment he was still wearing and it was all cockeyed around his neck. “Funny,” Nick replied. “Now what?” he asked dumping the ruined meal into the garbage deposal.
Calvin shrugged. “We can run out and grab something. Better yet, let’s order in. That apron is causing more trouble.” He grabbed the airman pulling him into another kiss.
Nick smiled into the affection. The tile floor was about to become a hot spot in itself.
The End.
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