Dinner for Two

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael shook his head, "Unless you want to pull out that camera." He had a feeling, though, that if Dare got his hands on that camera in the living room, it wouldn't be a simple case of taking a picture and putting it away. Other than that, though, he didn't have any thoughts as to what they could do for the next half hour, he didn't really care, so long as it didn't feel like half an hour. That seemed much too long to wait to eat, in his opinion.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's eyes lit up, the mischief that had kept them slightly smoky fading at the idea. "We could do that," he said. Half an hour should be enough time to take some pictures, right? "Let's do it," Dare prompted, then reached for one of Michael's hands, threading their fingers together. His lips curved as he dragged Michael back to the living room.

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[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare flicked his wand at the timer even as he walked through the door, picking up his pace. His head was still swimming from the sudden stop, and his body was protesting the kiss having stopped so suddenly, and seemingly far too soon. He had to force himself to try and concentrate, to shut off the oven and stove and draw the chicken out, crisp, but not overdone.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael had sighed at the end of the kiss and stood to follow Dare, only to be distracted by the small pile of pictures laying on the table. He had taken the pile and straightened it, then walked slowly to the kitchen, flipping through the pictures. The pictures had all of his concentration when he came into the room and leaned against the counter. It was strange seeing the miniature him and Dare on the couch like that.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare had just turned to start serving when his eyes caught on Michael and the pictures in his hands. Dare put down what he was doing, deciding the chicken could cool, and slid up next to Michael, slipping one arm up against the counter and around Michael's back. "How did they turn out?" he asked, looking over Michael's shoulder. All things considered, he hoped there was one for Markise.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

"I don't know how many you'd want to show Markise," Michael said, glancing up at Dare and smiling before looking back down at the picture he had paused on. He couldn't get over how odd it was to look down at a picture of them kissing, especially since the miniature them in the picture didn't seem to mind that they were being watched. While he wanted to keep some of the pictures, he couldn't imagine showing the majority of them to anyone.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare's lips curved as he looked down at the picture. "Yeah, I think we can just keep those," he said. He glanced up at Michael, then back down at the picture, just stopping himself from saying, unless you don't want them. Michael could probably guess that if he didn't want them, Dare would. He was more than a little interested in the pictures. "There were a few before I kissed you," he said, though he couldn't quite remember what they'd been. Watching himself with Michael was distracting, and it made him want another kiss. Dare took a deep breath, then forced himself to return to serving up dinner.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael made himself flip away from that picture and continue down the stack and there, on the bottom, were just three pictures. He flipped through them, and then settled on the third picture that had been taken, simple but full of meaning. Just the two of them looking at each other, the feelings between them so obvious. His lips curved in a small smile as he looked at it, watching the small movements in the picture.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare made himself finish serving and flick his wand to send everything left over back to the ice box. Then, and only then, did he let himself turn back to Michael. Dare stopped in his tracks, his lips curving, heart jumping at the look on Michael's face. He slid up beside Michael again and wrapped his arms lightly around him before pressing a soft kiss to Michael's cheek. "I love you," he murmured, then turned his head, leaning ever so slightly against Michael's before looking down at the picture. "It looks almost as good as it feels," he said softly.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael smiled and nodded, then pulled his eyes away to look at Dare. "Can I keep this one?" he asked, knowing how slim the chance was that Dare would say no. He still wanted to ask, because he didn't want to keep it if Dare wanted it, however much he actually did want to keep it for himself. He loved how everything looked in that picture, it spoke to him more than any of them.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare nodded, though he couldn't see why Michael would even ask. There were plenty of pictures there, and if that one had caught Michael's eye, Dare wouldn't think of taking it from him. He would have been happy to stay there with Michael, holding him and looking at the pictures, but the smell of food kept tempting his attention away until he couldn't ignore it anymore. Dare pressed a soft kiss to Michael's cheek, then regretfully let go of him. "We ought to eat while it's hot," he said.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael forced himself to set the stack of pictures aside, his eyes lingering on the top one before he pulled himself away and came up to Dare. He looked down at the plates Dare had made, though he didn't really pay much attention to what was actually on them, not with his mind still full of the pictures. "We have got to stop this whole eating once a day thing," he said absently.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare nodded in agreement. His jeans were starting to slip, and he didn't have much body fat to lose, so he needed to eat. "We've got our own kitchen now, so I'll keep us fed," Dare promised. He picked up a plate, then turned, leaning back against the counter. He wasn't sure where to eat--for all Michael's talk about jumping on furniture like that, Dare still couldn't imagine eating on it--so he'd just stay here, unless Michael said something.

[Michael Blackwood-Hardt]

Michael reached over and picked up the other plate and went to look for something to drink, pulling out two bottles of butterbeer and shutting the door with his hip, offering one to Dare. "Want to go back in there?" he asked, tilting his head toward the living room. He would much rather go and eat somewhere where they could sit than there leaning against the counter.

[Dare Blackwood-Hardt]

Dare gave a flickering glance toward the living room as he took the butterbeer. Then he looked back at Michael and nodded. "Let's go," he said. He'd be more physically comfortable, if a little on-edge, but he'd been forgetting that discomfort so fast lately, or today at least, that he told himself to just let it go, pushed away from the counter, and headed back to the living room.

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