More requests! A litter Prisler this time. They're so good together!
Description: Dwayne makes dinner for him and Isler when the man comes down from D.C.
Pairing: Dwayne/Isler
Warning: Teeth rotting cuteness!
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Humming happily to himself Pride clapped his hands together letting the flour rain down on his counter. It was one of his favorite things he got to do when he was cooking. He never felt like he had made a meal unless he was a complete mess after. By the state of his kitchen he had met that criteria.
He didn't think that he could be blamed for that though. After more than three months Isler was finally coming back from DC. To say that he was excited to see the other man would have been an understatement. He was more of a nervous wreck.
After everything that had happened the last time the man was in town their relationship had changed a little. Something that Pride had not expected at all. Even now he was shocked by the change just as much as he was thrilled by it.
Isler was a good man. He was strong and brave. He had a sense of who he was that didn't waver in the face of others. He was handsome as hell. Alright, so he was a little more straight laced than King necessarily liked, but he wasn't heartless.
It was so odd to think that the man was exactly what he hadn't known he needed. Not just someone to share his time with, but someone that made him want to be the best version of himself. It was exciting and terrifying.
That being said he still wasn't sure what had changed their relationship from just friends to something more. It had been so subtle and natural that even in the short time they knew each other it just felt right.
They went from only talking on cases to meeting for drinks to meeting for dinner to calling each other because they missed one another with no drama. It wasn't until Loretta pointed out he was calling the man sweetheart on the phone that they realized that they had been dating.
Pride had never thought that dating could be so easy. There was no wine and dine or anything like that. It was just them being content with the other. It was perfect and he wouldn't change their time together for anything.
That wasn't to say that he didn't want to show off for the man a little. With him being in DC as often as he was they rarely got to share a meal. Thinking about it he wasn't completely positive Isler had tasted his cooking before.
So he went all out. His great grandmother's jambalaya recipe for dinner. A bowl of crème brulee that was made especially for sharing. He even had everything he needed to make seafood crepes for breakfast. It was perfect.
Giving one last stir to the food he turned to the sink to wash his hands only to stop when he saw Isler standing at the door. Licking his lips he let his eyes roll over the other man before turning back to what he had been doing.
Not a word was spoken as he dried his hands and grabbed a clean spoon. Scooping out a bite of jambalaya he made his way over to the other man holding the spoon out for him to taste. Warm air caressed his fingers sending a shiver up his spine as Isler dipped forward to take the food in his mouth.
A moan of approval left the fed while a smile played on his lips. Pleased that the man enjoyed the taste he turned ready to serve them. He didn't get far before a gentle hand held the side of his face pulling him in for a barely there kiss.
"I missed you, Dwayne," Isler attempted breaking the spell they had been under.
"We're together now," he offered reaching up to hold the man's hands, "Nothing else matters."
"You just don't want to clean this up alone."
"We'll figure that after we eat. Come on, everything's ready."