Chapter 3! Thank you to everyone who reviewed, they were lovely :)
This is another Navrina written in the third person (for some reason) and it is set when they are back on Lorien. There are random pairings so don't get confused!
I will publish a Nix one after this, but only once I have written it...
Enjoy :)
"Dinners nearly ready!" The boy yells, coming out of the kitchen and looking very flustered and nervous.
The girl, Marina, laughs.
"Don't worry Eight, I'm sure it will be nice. Anyway, you did say that you didn't want my help"
He grins back at her, twisting the teatowl in his hands.
"Yeah I know, I wanted to prove to you that I can cook! Plus the others are bringing stuff too, so if it's a disaster then we will at least have something to eat."
She shakes her head.
"No, if it's a disaster, then you are officially dumped" She says, waving her finger threateningly towards the smell of burning coming out of the kitchen. His eyes widen and she giggles as he runs back to the food. It really needs checking.
She smiles at the back of his head, going upstairs to change into something more celebratory.
The food wasn't a disaster, in fact they all admitted that it was pretty good.
Nine even went back for fourths, but that doesn't really prove anything.
It's the first time the Garde have been together for ages, they all live separately now, and the 'party' is a great success.
Marina, being the most sociable of them all, decided to arrange a get-together. So they could eat together, like they used to during the war. It's nice, a good time to catch up and have fun for a while. Restoring a planet and being the only ones on it can be tiring and a bit lonely.
"Do you remember when Johnny blew up the kitchen on the ship?" Nine says, referring to the time when John's cooking got a little out of hand. Everyone laughs, even John, who protests though his cheeks are a little pink.
"It wasn't my fault!" There was a gas leak and then when I turned on the cooker, well..."
Nine and Eight snort and Ella giggles hysterically at the anecdote. The youngest Garde has hardly changed at all.
John buries his head in his girlfriend hair, embarrassed. Six bats him off and he pouts.
"Maybe you should take some cooking tips off Eight!"
"Yeah, Marina only had to save the vegetables once" Eight laughs, grinning at the praise. Marina rolls her eyes.
"Twice actually, but you did all right. I guess this means you take over the kitchen duty?" She asks teasingly, popping another forkful into her mouth and batting her eyelashes.
"What have I gotten myself into" He groans "This almost killed me!"
"Pleeeeease" She begs, widening her big brown eyes and looking pleadingly at him. She knows he can't resist the puppy dog face.
"Fine", he submits "I'll, help, but I'm not doing by myself"
"Okay" She laughs, leaning in and kissing him briefly. Nine chuckles.
"Awww, look who's turning into a good little housewife!" He goads.
Eight just pokes his tongue out; and drinks some more.
"That was fun" She says, clearing up the last of the plates "I didn't realise how little time we had been spending together"
Eight grins "You were missing Nine weren't you"
She just laughs, taking the leftovers back into the kitchen. "If I was missing anyone then it would definitely not be Nine. But he made Ella laugh, and if he wasn't there then we would probably still have twice as much food left"
"True" Eight smiles, stealing some more food. Marina hits at his hand with a fork and he yelps.
"Stop it" She says "I'm going to go over to Ella and Nine's and give it to them, so Ella doesn't have to make Nine cook disgusting food"
"How very thoughtful" He drawls, rubbing his hand "Jesus! Your like an evil old nanny, but with a fork instead of a handbag"
She gestures to herself "Your calling me a nanny"
"Yes" He laughs, but kisses her anyway, she kisses him back until he reaches a hand round and grabs another piece of food. Then she pushes him away, smacks him on the head and orders him out of the kitchen.
"And don't come back until I'm finished!"
Was it okay? Good?
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