A/N: Hello my faithful readers! Here's my first Stannex story. I hope you guys enjoy this. There's a serious lack of this beautiful pairing in the fan fiction community and I plan on remedying this. Written while watching The Bends and Sleepy Hollow. Enjoy loves!
Prompt: "You can't cook Ramen." "I can cook Ramen." *disbelieving stare* "I can order Ramen."
Disclaimer: I own nothing in this. Not the characters, not the relationship, nada. Please don't hurt me.
"John."
"Valerie." Val glared. John was trying to cook. Again. As endearing as it was to see him stand over an oven and try to nourish her while she was ill, Valerie couldn't help but shudder. His last attempt had been less than successful. Let's just say, water could burn. And as attractive as he was in those shorts and t-shirt, Ramen Noodles was not going to help her get better faster.
"John," she stated a bit more firmly. He hummed in response and looked up innocently. "You don't have to cook for me. Really, I'm well enough to make breakfast for us," she informed him and pried away the spoon he was holding. Honestly, Ramen for breakfast. She deftly slipped in between him and the stove.
John stared for a moment at the back of his girlfriend's head, then spread his palms over her waist. "I want to," he cooed and kissed the back of her neck. "I want to help you-"He was cut short by Valerie's body shaking with a coughing fit and bending forward slightly to try and still herself. "Val," John purred, trying his best not to be affected by her soft bottom rubbing against his groin. He wrapped one arm around her waist and rubbed her back with the other. After a good five minutes she'd stopped coughing and just leaned against him. Both forgot the Ramen slowly burning away on the stove and for a few moments just stood pressed against each other, heads resting against one another. Rain pattered outside the window and sounded suddenly loud in the silent apartment except for the sizzle of burning noodles.
"I want to cook for you because I want to do something nice for you, not just to prove that I can." John swept her hair off her right shoulder and peppered kisses onto the smooth skin, paying particular attention to a scar left by her last undercover mission. "I wanted to because I love you." It was barely a whisper, but it was enough.
Val smiled and pushed back against the solid body behind her. John groaned in response but valiantly kept his hands around her middle.
"Keep that up and I'll rip those shorts," John growled. Valerie just chuckled.
"No you will not. These are my favorite." Blue with white stars, short and loose. The detective smiled. "Why don't we go back to bed?" Val inquired, looking over her shoulder at Kennex. He frowned.
"We don't have to," he replied. Val was sick. She should sleep. Even John knew that.
"Just to sleep. I want my cuddle buddy," Valerie replied. With a bright smile she dragged John to their bedroom in his apartment. As they settled into the covers John sat up like a shot.
"What is it, love?"
John looked down at her, a frown clouding his handsome featured. "Did you turn off the stove?" Val shook her head no. With a grown of disbelief and what Dorian called morose malcontent, John trudged into the kitchen to turn the burner off under what used to be noodles in a pot.
Dorian would call this a lab experiment gone wrong.
"Valerie!" John called. "Let's order takeout tonight." He smiled as he heard her burst into giggles. Making his way back to their bed, he stripped himself of his t-shirt and vowed never to try cooking Ramen Noodles again.