anddowntothesea (
anddowntothesea) wrote2015-11-08 04:37 pm
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Dinner at home - locked to Lou
It's one of his most closely guarded secrets - the fact that he can actually cook. He bakes, too. His Ma was determined that she wasn't going to raise any sons who were a burden on wives. As it turned out, wives had been purely theoretical, but Gabriel Monroe is a man that can look after himself.
When the doorbell rings, he opens the door in jeans and plaid rolled up to his elbows. He smiles.
"I was halfway expecting you to cancel."
When the doorbell rings, he opens the door in jeans and plaid rolled up to his elbows. He smiles.
"I was halfway expecting you to cancel."
no subject
no subject
"Because I thought it might be nice," he says,still holding out his hand. "No ulterior motive other than that."
no subject
no subject
"I do not," he says, tugging the band out of his hair and ruffling his hand through his hair. "Count yourself very lucky, sweetheart."
no subject
no subject
He wraps one hand around her foot, starting to massage the sole with his thumb as he settles back to watch the movie.
"Comfortable?"
no subject
no subject
"Let's hope it tastes good, too," he says, holding her foot gently with one hand as he massages with the other. "Maybe I'm just immune to my own pie."
no subject
no subject
He grins at her, pressing a little more firmly against the sole of her foot.
"Well, if you do hate it, you can't tell my Ma."
no subject
no subject
Her reaction makes Gabe laugh. He shakes his head.
"Not right now, sweetheart," he says. "Not ever, if you're lucky. We could see each other in secret."
no subject
no subject
He shrugs.
"If you want to be," he says. "Your decision, not mine." He squeezes her foot. "You know me, Lou. I'll take what I can get."
no subject
no subject
"Point taken," he says, looking back to the TV, paying attention to her feet, but keeping his mouth closed, glancing at her occasionally.
no subject
no subject
He flashes a grin and lets go of her right foot, focusing on the left.
"Yes, ma'am."
no subject
no subject
"Aren't you enjoying it?" he asks, pausing for a moment, glancing over at her with hair slipping into his eyes. "Because if you're not, I can stop."
no subject
no subject
He puts his hands up in surrender, leaving her feet settled in his denim clad lap.
"Point taken."
no subject
no subject
"I wasn't taking it a slight," he says, colour rising in his own cheeks at her own reaction. "I didn't mean..." He ducks his head, letting his hair fall forward, movie forgotten for a moment. "I never know what to do or say, Lou. I feel like I'm on my best behaviour the whole time. Because..." He glances at her. "You have to know."
no subject
"And possibly never will be."
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)