[Stepping around the dullahan, he peruses through the supplies on the counter before finally finding the sheet of paper. Honestly he could have used his phone but sometimes it was better not have to scroll. The sheet is offered over.]
There you go. One recipe for hot chocolate that is the legit stuff.
[As he accepts the paper he shoots James a wide grin, but it's replaced by quizzical contemplation as he reads everything over. It's not Greek, but it feels like it's pretty close.]
Hey, just had to make sure. This is a lot more complicated than just ordering it at the coffee shop.
[And a lot more fun too, if he's honest with himself. But the chips go into the correct pan without much more fuss and he turns to look back expectantly.]
Well yea. I did tell you that this was going to be the real stuff. There's a lot of work to do instead of heating up water and throwing some powder in it.
[He laughs softly and comes over with spoon, checking over everything. The reaper reaches past the dullahan to turn on the appropriate burner.]
Hm well I'd love to meet this help then. Especially if they're going to be a dullahan's eye candy apparently.
[A soft laugh easing out as he slowly stirs the softening chocolate. His head cocking to the side in mock thought.]
I don't know. Not sure that we can do at the same time. This recipe isn't that time consuming. That doesn't mean I don't like it when other things get 'heated'.
[He returns the kiss, deepening it enough to be satisfying while not distracting enough that he doesn't run the chocolate. Then it's unto pouring the gooey goodness into the warming milk and stirring that together.]
Hrm I don't know about that. You're a pretty lucky dullahan to start with.
[The reaper pulls him in close and presses a soft kiss to his cheek with a grin. He can idly stir while paying attention to Liam. He could use more of these kinds of memories for the holidays anyway.]
I'm not the best. Pretty sure you could outmatch me if you got a hang of it.
[It takes a moment or so to maneuver correctly, but he manages to catch James' lips in a long kiss. Holidays had never really been anything special before this, but now there's a swell of fondness that he's sure he wants to keep forever.]
Nah, you're the best. I'll settle with being second best, how about that?
[Humming contently into the kiss, he pulls away but not before knocking his forehead against Liam's. This was all he could ever want. Screw presents and all other nonsense of the holidays. The dullahan and this was enough.]
Hrm I don't know. We could both be best. Don't have to second anything.
Sorry but the cool is a mutual thing. Part of the fine print in the whole relationship deal. I'm glad you're happy with it though.
[Finishing the stirring, he moves the pot off the burner before reaching up to wind a hand into Liam's hair and pull him into a kiss. Nothing left to worry over means he can dwell on it and enjoy the affection.]
[He teases back, the words warm against James' lips as he's pulled in close. The kiss is slow, filled with all the love that he can manage, and deep, and he shifts so that he can press himself closer to his reaper, hands winding around the man's waist.
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[He's grinning toothily now, leaning into the kiss with a pleased sigh.]
Probably won't burn the kitchen down.
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[A soft laugh slips out as he shakes his head, grinning.]
I'm not looking to remodel yet. Let's try our best to avoid that.
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[He leans over and steals a quick kiss.]
I'd pay for it if you did, promise.
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There you go. One recipe for hot chocolate that is the legit stuff.
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[As he accepts the paper he shoots James a wide grin, but it's replaced by quizzical contemplation as he reads everything over. It's not Greek, but it feels like it's pretty close.]
But uh, maybe we should do this together.
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Together sounds perfect. Can you pour the milk into the pot for me? Two cups will do.
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[He grins into the kiss as the paper is stolen back, then moves to grab the milk as instructed.]
This pot right here?
[Without waiting for confirmation he pours the milk in.]
Done. Next?
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[He glances back before measuring out the necessary amount of chocolate chips into a cup. It's then handed over to the dullahan.]
There's a pan on the stove. Put these in it and turn the stove onto low heat.
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[This may very well be the first thing he's ever actually cooked, the learning curve is a little steep.]
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[He glances back with a raised brow.]
So yea the other one.
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[And a lot more fun too, if he's honest with himself. But the chips go into the correct pan without much more fuss and he turns to look back expectantly.]
Alright?
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[He laughs softly and comes over with spoon, checking over everything. The reaper reaches past the dullahan to turn on the appropriate burner.]
Need to turn that on for sure.
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[There's weight to his words, and he grins shyly as he leans over to brush his lips against his reaper's cheek.]
Step one then. It's on. Now what?
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[He turns on the other burner to be on a low heat as he starts to stir around the chocolate. A smirk breaking out onto his face at the gentle kiss.]
That was more than one step but now got to wait for things to get heated.
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[He grins crookedly at the man, a single brow raised.]
Heated, or 'heated' 'cause you can do one, the other, or both at the same time.
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[A soft laugh easing out as he slowly stirs the softening chocolate. His head cocking to the side in mock thought.]
I don't know. Not sure that we can do at the same time. This recipe isn't that time consuming. That doesn't mean I don't like it when other things get 'heated'.
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[He playfully noses at the reaper's cheek, gently kissing him with a quiet laugh.]
Yeah yeah, and it'd be a crime to burn good chocolate right?
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[He returns the kiss, deepening it enough to be satisfying while not distracting enough that he doesn't run the chocolate. Then it's unto pouring the gooey goodness into the warming milk and stirring that together.]
Exactly. Be a real shame if I had to say so.
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[The kitchen smells of chocolate now and it's warm and James is there; frankly he couldn't ask for more.]
Good. You've got some talent in the kitchen, after all.
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[The reaper pulls him in close and presses a soft kiss to his cheek with a grin. He can idly stir while paying attention to Liam. He could use more of these kinds of memories for the holidays anyway.]
I'm not the best. Pretty sure you could outmatch me if you got a hang of it.
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[It takes a moment or so to maneuver correctly, but he manages to catch James' lips in a long kiss. Holidays had never really been anything special before this, but now there's a swell of fondness that he's sure he wants to keep forever.]
Nah, you're the best. I'll settle with being second best, how about that?
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[Humming contently into the kiss, he pulls away but not before knocking his forehead against Liam's. This was all he could ever want. Screw presents and all other nonsense of the holidays. The dullahan and this was enough.]
Hrm I don't know. We could both be best. Don't have to second anything.
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[His grin is shy now, and there's contentment radiating off of him as he drinks in James' closeness.]
'd be honored to be considered as cool as you.
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[Finishing the stirring, he moves the pot off the burner before reaching up to wind a hand into Liam's hair and pull him into a kiss. Nothing left to worry over means he can dwell on it and enjoy the affection.]
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[He teases back, the words warm against James' lips as he's pulled in close. The kiss is slow, filled with all the love that he can manage, and deep, and he shifts so that he can press himself closer to his reaper, hands winding around the man's waist.
Hot chocolate can wait.]
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