I have no idea where something as fluffy as this came from. But I've been having a ball writing established Tiva at the moment, so I guess this would come up at some point. Let's say that in this, their relationship is a secret. Because that's always when it's better. (;

Disclaimer: You know you're obsessed with NCIS when you get full marks in an English speaking assessment, talking about your idols. All of whom are from NCIS.

Listening to: I won't give up by Jason Mraz


He wakes up, the smell of baked goods drifting through his senses. Patting the mattress next to him, he finds only sheets and more sheets, distinctly lacking in warmth.
She's baking ?

He stands, ignoring the wave of dizziness that overcomes him, and pulls on a pair of boxers that were previously lying on the floor. Stumbling through the living room and making his way to the kitchen, he stops before the threshold to admire the sight.
Her hair is curly and down, contrasting against the white dress shirt she's wearing. /His/ white dress shirt, he'll add. The garment is the only thing she's modeling, and he grins upon seeing the vast expanses of her legs- honey and olive and never-ending.

Leaning against the doorjamb, he waits a moment longer before speaking.
"What are you making?"

She turns round, still holding the bowl she's evidently been stirring. Inside lies a yellow, fluffy mixture, sticking to the edges but looking perfect.
"Cake." is all she says in response.

"Ah, you must have known I was coming."
He sidles up to her with a chuckle, wrapping his arms round her waist.
"Seriously though, sweetie, why're you baking?"

"It is McGee's birthday tomorrow." she states, as if that answers everything.

"But you got him that fancy writing set and the tie."

"Abby demanded I bake a birthday cake for Tim, though. She said I was the best cook in our team."

"Second only to Gibbs and his steaks, obviously..."
She elbows him in the stomach, but he can't say he didn't expect it. Laughing, he turns his head and kisses her on the cheek, leaving his lips tasting of flour and vanilla, from the streaks of mix on her skin.
She may be the best cook, but she's also the messiest.

Murmuring something about getting dressed, he removes his arms from her waist and moves toward his bedroom, stopping only upon hearing her yell
"We are out of eggs."

Damn, he was going to make eggs for breakfast.
Damn you, McGoo.

Putting on some clothes, he grabs his keys in search of more breakfast supplies. When he pokes his head through the kitchen doorway again, he sees her rifling through a shelf for a baking tray, and chuckles to himself before heading to the front door.
"I'm gonna get some eggs, Zee! Be back in five."
"All right!" is her yelled response.

"Love you!"
"I love you too."


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-Kiera. x