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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 21:19:28 GMT -5
Dare headed straight for the ice box, trusting Michael to follow. He pulled open the door, then half leaned against it as he bent to look inside. It was fully stocked, and Dare could only assume that Emilian had high hopes they'd be staying here at some point. He sighed, then set that thought aside to start deciding what he could cook.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 21:29:16 GMT -5
Michael had grinned at the kiss and at Dare's words, and it stayed on his lips as he followed Dare into the kitchen. "What are you going to make me do?" he asked, leaning against the cabinets to stay out of the way until needed. "Be a runner?" His eyes sparkled at that, the kitchen wasn't large enough to need a runner, but he figured at least if he was just handing in supplies he couldn't ruin anything.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 21:34:13 GMT -5
Dare's smile returned at the sound of Michael's voice and the feel of him in the room. "Maybe," he said. He didn't really have a plan at the moment. Just fixing something that wasn't too difficult. Chicken worked. Dare pulled out his wand as he straightened and sent some supplies floating over to the counter beside the sink, then closed the ice box door and turned, hiding his wand away again. "If I can't think of anything else, you can just stand there and tempt me to forget what I'm doing," he said. Dare paused at Michael's side, gave him another tease of a kiss, then headed for the sink to start prepping the chicken.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 21:44:14 GMT -5
Michael smiled, his eyes sparkling at that idea. "What on earth could I do to make you forget what you're doing?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. He had a couple of ideas, sure, but he was interested in Dare's answer, nonetheless. His mind went back to the discussion they had had the last time they were in the kitchen, about carrots, and shifted slightly and grinned.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 21:47:55 GMT -5
Dare chuckled. "You're going to have to find out the old-fashioned way," he said, turning on the water. Dare picked up the chicken, then started rinsing it off, only realizing after he was in that he didn't have anywhere to put it. "Can you find me a pan?" he asked. "It's like...a flatter version of a cauldron. I want one without handles to put this in." Dare's mind had already moved back to the prospect of food and away from the tease, though it'd come back in an instant if Michael picked it up.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 21:57:02 GMT -5
Michael nodded and turned to look through the cabinets, finding what he thought Dare was talking about soon enough. He let the tease drop, it wasn't the most important thing, anyway, however fun it would be there was plenty of time later. "This right?" he asked, setting the pan down next to Dare on the counter. He was very glad that he had had a house elf to do all of that kind of thing for him, though he was interested in learning, a little at a time.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 22:01:19 GMT -5
Dare glanced at it and nodded, then brought the chicken out from under the water, let it drip a moment, and laid it in the pan. He looked at it a moment, trying to tell if he'd put it right-side up, then shrugged it off. "Would you put some soap on my hands?" he asked, throwing another half-teasing smile at Michael. His grin returned. "It's one thing getting dirty by yourself, and another when your boyfriend is watching," Dare's eyes laughed at the implication.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 22:15:56 GMT -5
Michael smiled, his own eyes sparkling brightly, and he even felt a warm tingle in his chest when Dare said boyfriend. For as long as they had been together, he could only remember it actually being said one other time between the two of them. "Maybe I like watching," he said, though he kept his eyes down as he brought the soap over. He couldn't look at Dare, the words had been out of his mouth before he had really thought about them, but he still smiled softly.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 22:24:44 GMT -5
Dare's eyes widened, and his grin followed suit. He could not believe Michael had said that! Dare leaned over slightly to press a firm kiss to Michael's cheek, then turned, chuckling, to wash his hands. "If I'd known you were a voyeur, maybe I'd have put on a show for you," he said. His chest tightened with the words. There was the fun of teasing Michael and having Michael tease back, but there was also a cheap thrill at the idea of doing anything like that with Michael in the room. For the moment, Dare let his imagination run.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 22:34:39 GMT -5
Michael turned his eyes toward Dare, looking at him through his eyelashes, but turned his gaze back down quickly after and smiling broadly. Thoughts entered his mind that he would never admit to having and that he banished as soon as he thought them. He didn't say anything more, but crossed his arms and settled his elbows on the coutner, leaning over slightly and getting his mind under control before looking over at Dare.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 22:43:32 GMT -5
Dare's mind was still in the gutter when he looked down at Michael. His grin couldn't get any wider when he saw that smile, and it took him a moment to reign himself in enough to speak. His eyes still glittered somewhat wickedly as he asked, "How's tonight sound?" Dare's hand settled for one brief moment at that teasing spot between Michael's lower back and his butt, then swept away to pick up the chicken pan.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 22:54:43 GMT -5
Michael didn't know what he could say to that, not when he wasn't sure what he wanted. That light touch of Dare's hand had sent a wonderful shiver up his spine that didn't help much, either. He shifted his weight to his other foot and watched Dare. "I'll have to check my schedule," he said, tilting his head. "What do you have in mind?" he asked, knowing he was getting into dangerous territory for his own comfort.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 23:02:12 GMT -5
Again, surprise lit Dare's face, and it took massive effort to look at Michael without dropping his jaw. His grin returned instead, and his eyes laughed. There was an obvious pause while Dare recouped, then he spoke. "A little striptease? Little lap dance?" he suggested. Dare turned his gaze back to the chicken he was attempting to season, but he'd lost his train of thought there, so he flicked on the oven instead and bent to push the pan inside.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 23:08:25 GMT -5
Michael blinked and looked away, though he couldn't keep the smile from his face. It was all good and well to talk about it, to tease, it seemed so different to tease about those things that he was so uncomfortable with otherwise. But even the teases could get to be too much for him, and he knew it would happen soon enough. He gave a vague maybe and kept his eyes on the pattern of the counter top.
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Oct 12, 2008 23:13:35 GMT -5
Dare let it go, letting his imagination take over instead. As he shut the oven door and turned to side dishes, he thought of things that definitely would have gotten a blush out of Michael. Before long, everything was set to cook, and the timer was overseeing it all. Dare turned back to Michael with a mock sigh and glittering eyes. "That's it for now," he said, "unless you've got plans for the next half hour or so." Dare could certainly think of some things to do, but considering what they were, he'd let Michael have a chance.
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