Just Once
Ryan's back hits the table hard enough that several cartons of cold, congealing takeout food tip over onto the floor, and Esposito's right there. His head swims and it's like it's someone else doing this, but then Esposito's lips are hot against his skin and his hands are doing things, and there's alcohol on his tongue, on his partner's breath, and he holds on tighter, because he can, because he has an excuse. His phone rings in the next room-Jenny's ringtone-but he grabs Esposito by the ears and pulls him up for a kiss, murmuring against his mouth, "Not tonight."
Scarf
It's thin and blue and it looks...waffley, Esposito decides after examining the scarf draped around Ryan's neck. It's knitted, probably handmade considering some of its more interesting lumps and holes. It's blue, the same deep, warm blue as Ryan's eyes when he laughs. He's laughing into his cell phone now. Esposito doesn't think he notices him. "I am so wearing it," he says into the phone, his tone light and teasing. A pause, then, "I love you, too. I'll see you at home tonight."
Ryan looks warm all bundled up in his scarf, and suddenly all Esposito feels is cold.
Domesticity
Thick smoke billows out of the oven. Ryan doesn't know where to look first and ends up just gaping blankly at Esposito as he scrambles for the fire extinguisher. The fire goes out easily enough, but the smoke hangs in the air and stings Ryan's eyes even after Esposito forces the tiny window open. Ryan shakes himself while Esposito prods cautiously at an inedible lasagna. There's foam from the extinguisher on his nose and soot on his cheeks and an apron around his waist, and Ryan grins, tickled by the absurdity of it. When Esposito notices and glares, he laughs.
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Written to answer prompts from the castle100 comm on LJ.