Dinner at home - locked to Lou

[anddowntothesea]

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."

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[anddowntothesea]

"Whenever you're ready," says Gabe, pushing his hand back through her hair. "If we're doing this, I want to do it right, Lou. Whatever you want, we can do."

[louise_abasi]

"You're not here to serve me." She recognizes the double entendre of her words when she picks up her plate again. "I'm going to spend a short while on eating pie, now."

[anddowntothesea]

"Yes, ma'am," he says, corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk as he settles down to watch the movie in companionable silence while she eats her pie.

[louise_abasi]

"I'm never getting that out of you, am I?" Is she really going to do this, stay the night? Why hadn't she even considered that an option? And she didn't bring any clothing!

[anddowntothesea]

"Probably not," he admits, with a smirk in her direction. "Sorry."

[louise_abasi]

"Why 'ma'am'? Do I remind you of the time you were in the army?" She lifts an eyebrow. "A firm teacher?"