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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 19:40:08 GMT -5
Michael gave a small shrug, even he didn't really know what had made him decide to kiss Dare, or what had made him decide to let it become more after Anna. "I knew you wouldn't judge, that day in the Room of Requirement, couldn't help myself." He smiled and looked up at Dare, "Then this..." he paused, looking off and thinking. "It is pretty amazing," he said after a few seconds after failing to think of something else to say.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 20:16:24 GMT -5
Dare would have been content to just stay there, watching the emotions play on Michael's face, but the timer on the stove interrupted. Dare heaved an overdramatic sigh and pushed away from the counter, turning back to the stove to start turning things off and stirring as necessary. "Will you get me that pan?" he asked Michael, gesturing toward the pan in question with a nod of his head.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 20:26:45 GMT -5
Michael hopped down, not because it was strictly necessary so much as he just wanted to move some after sitting on the hard counter top, and handed the pan over to Dare. He leaned on the counter next to the stove, though he tried to stay far enough away that he wasn't in the way or blocking anything. "How much longer will it take?" he asked, having no idea how long things in the kitchen usually took, everything had come already prepared right on time.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 20:33:32 GMT -5
"Uh, not sure, actually," Dare said. He leaned toward the cookbook, scanning it until he found what he was looking for. "After I've got everything in the pan, only about fifteen minutes," he said, then started to arrange and layer things according to the directions. "This'll only take a few minutes to do," he assured Michael.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 20:47:27 GMT -5
Michael watched, tilting his head slightly as though watching someone do something of vast importance, rather than putting things into a pan. "You're just going to have to get us three Purebloods in here to teach," he teased, his lips turning up in a grin and his eyes sparkling in humor at the mental image of him, Adara, and Emilian huddled around watching Dare and trying to figure out what he was doing.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:04:22 GMT -5
Dare's lips spread into his crooked smile, and he shook his head as he piled in vegetables around and on top of the chicken. "Sounds like fun," he said dryly. "If thinking about you watching me and not being able to do anything about it wasn't enough distraction, I could just see Adara squealing in delight when I set the oven to 350." Maybe not squealing, but she'd been near bouncing when she'd seen the water boil, so he could only imagine.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:15:48 GMT -5
Michael grinned, "And Emilian leaning against a counter acting like he knows what you're doing." Emilian would have no idea, Michael was sure of it, though he probably did know more than Michael and Adara, considering he almost had to learn at least a little. "Just so long as I get a few private lessons in between," he said, eyes sparkling. Perhaps it was something in being able to talk without touching barging in and stopping conversation, but he had rather enjoyed their talking during Dare's cooking.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:21:52 GMT -5
Dare's smile widened into a grin at the double-meaning he'd gotten out of Michael's words. He glanced at Michael, just long enough to see the gleam in his eyes that reassured him Michael had meant the humor, then dropped his gaze back to the pan he was nearly done filling. "I'll give you all the private lessons you want," he assured Michael. He could take that however he wanted to, it was clear in the light tone of Dare's voice. He was more than willing to play again, but he'd try to pace himself this time.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:31:08 GMT -5
"Good, because I need them," Michael said, glancing over at the switch on the stove. He needed to know the given things so that he didn't end up like he had that day. Not to say that was all he needed. The emotional conversation they had gotten into just a few minutes beforehand had let him think about the relationship, something he had tried to not let himself do too much of, because he knew that he would think too hard on it if he did and negative thoughts would come.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:40:13 GMT -5
Dare arched a brow at Michael's assertion, unsure if Michael had meant anything by that other than the obvious. He glanced up long enough to see the look Michael gave the stove, then finished up the last preparation for the casserole, deciding not to pursue that topic. "Will you open the door for me?" Dare asked, picking up the casserole dish. "Careful, it's already hot inside."
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:48:40 GMT -5
Michael stepped forward and opened the door, feeling the blast of heat come from inside, causing his eyes to narrow slightly at the nearly unexpected heat. "So now we just wait?" he asked, looking up at Dare. It all seemed so simple when Dare did it, just like he had said, like potions. Though Michael figured there were probably more advanced recipes that took more to do, but he figured he could handle something like what Dare had been working on. If he had Dare there to make sure he was doing it right.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:53:00 GMT -5
Dare nodded, then bent to push the pan in, settling it at the middle of the rack. Then he reached for the handle and pushed the door shut before setting the timer again with a flick of his wand. "Fifteen minutes, and it'll be ready to serve up," he said, turning to face Michael. Dare arched a teasingly suggestive eyebrow. "So, what do you want to do for fifteen minutes?" The corner of his lips twitched with the effort of not grinning.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 21:58:58 GMT -5
"Hmm." Michael leaned back against the counter again crossing one arm over his chest and putting a finger to his mouth as if in deep thought. "Well I'm sure we could find some deep literature to read," he said, then looked over at Dare, eyes sparkling as one corner of his lips turned up behind his finger. "Or, if you're not up for that, there's always discussing the meaning of life." He knew it was obvious what he'd rather be doing during those fifteen minutes, but he wasn't just going to come out and say it.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 30, 2008 22:08:35 GMT -5
Dare couldn't stop the crooked smile from spreading across his lips at Michael's suggestions. "I wouldn't know where to look for deep literature around here," he said, abandoning the stove to move in front of Michael. He leaned close, bracing his weight with palms on the counter at Michael's sides. "I guess that leaves us with the meaning of life, doesn't it?" he asked, eyes laughing lightly.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jul 31, 2008 10:59:32 GMT -5
"I guess so," Michael said, grinning at Dare. "What do you see as the meaning of life?" he asked, tilting his head. He wasn't sure if he wanted to go serious or playful with it, though even the serious explanation wasn't deathly serious. He crossed his arms low over his chest as he watched Dare, resisting the urge to just go ahead and kiss him, however badly that was what he wanted to do.
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