Two: Grocery Shopping – Face's POV

Face grinned as he watched his lover reviewing the shopping list in his hand, shopping basket secured firmly in the other. This was the first shop of food stuffs for the fridge of their new house, and he was sure that half the stuff that appeared on the list, thanks to Murdock, were not really needed at present. Hannibal was trying to decipher essential from non-essential, and he seemed to be losing the war. Face was sure gunpowder had made it onto the list, but he was sure that Hannibal was a smart enough cookie to at least figure that one out.

"How's it going boss?" Face asked, peering over Hannibal's shoulder, even as other food shoppers mulled about them getting on with their own business. Face didn't hesitate to put gentle hands on Hannibal's shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze – just because he could now without a worry. It was something he had been indulging in more and more of recently, getting used to the idea that DADT and all other issues that prevented them from being open were finally gone.

Face chuckled as Hannibal let out a frustrated sigh – and they hadn't even fully stepped inside the food store yet. "Honestly… Sometimes I think things were easier when we were on the run…" Rolling his eyes at Hannibal's remark, Face gave Hannibal's shoulders another squeeze before pushing him forward into the throng of people. "Give you a list of all the things needed for a mission, and you're as fine as a jazzed up peach, but give you a shopping list and you fall to pieces like a napalmed-steak…" Hannibal's chuckle was like rich ambrosia and made Face positively glow. He didn't like seeing him stressed out and dutifully rose to the challenge to put his lover at ease - even if it was just for grocery shopping.

"So, let's see what's first on the list…" Face mused, reaching for the list, ensuring that his hand lingered on Hannibal's as he took it. Out of the corner of his eye, Face saw Hannibal smile softly. Even Hannibal was getting used to the public displays of affection; although there were times when either he or Hannibal would forget that they could be openly affectionate and balk at a slight touch or soft word. However, it was moments like this – in a truly public place, that Face adored pushing Hannibal's limits.

"Hmmm… Fruit's a good place to start…" Face offered, and was pleased to see Hannibal nodding and holding out a hand for Face to lead the way - which he did with a little sway of his denim clad hips. He knew Hannibal's eyes were on him, and couldn't resist bending over to examine some low lying price tags on the fruit shelves once they had arrived at the fruit section. He was rewarded with a short surprised cough, which only fuelled his slowly spreading grin. That was, however, until he heard a voice, and the soft laughter of his partner.

Face turned around to see an old lady talking with Hannibal directly behind him. He noticed the way she was gravitating towards Hannibal – and he couldn't really blame her. Hannibal was often like the sun, and all the planets gravitated and revolved around him. He noticed the way Hannibal's voice dropped to a soothing level – which he couldn't blame him for, since he was obviously being polite to the lady. However, as whatever they were talking about dragged on, Face began to feel little stabs of irrational jealousy. She was beginning to lay gentle touches to his man's arms as she laughed, and whatever Hannibal was saying was making the old lady blush and giggle. Giggle!

Face straightened and saddled up to Hannibal, wrapping his arm possessively around his waist and bestowing the old lady with one of his charming but 'back away from my man' looks. The lady took one look at Face, smiled and thanked Hannibal before moving on with her shopping. Face watched her with weary eyes, his grip not moving from around Hannibal. Once she was out of sight, Face turned his eyes to his lover who was watching him with an amused smirk.

"What?" Face asked almost defensively. He didn't like it when Hannibal smirked at him like that. It made him feel like he had done something amusing- which he didn't think he had.

"You were jealous?"

Face took a moment to consider the incredulous remark out of his love's mouth and weighed up his options. He could lie to Hannibal and exclaim – 'No, of course not!' which would be a lie that Hannibal would see right through, or he could confirm Hannibal's spot on assumption and become embarrassed that he just stared down an old lady. When Face still hadn't answered, Hannibal added "She's old enough to be my mother…" Face couldn't help the words that tumbled from his mouth, "Yeah – and you're old enough to be my father…"

Silence rang between them for several moments, neither of them moving. Face berated himself for such a remark – it had taken Hannibal a little time to overcome the age difference complex, and here he was throwing it in his face all because he was jealous of an old lady stealing the attention of his man. Face was surprised out of his thoughts as he was pulled firmly into Hannibal's arms and a warm whisper rang in his ears, "I love it when you're jealous… Makes me feel so loved Templeton… So damned good…" That smooth voice in his ear was making Face shiver with rising lust, but the next sentence almost broke his self-control. "Why don't we screw shopping and go home so you can show me just who I belong to… Hum?" Now that was idea Face agreed should be done whole heartedly.

"Let me just get us some whipped cream!" Face called as he vanished from Hannibal's arms to the amused mutter of "Kinky bastard…"