49: Graveyard Shift-Kurama/Hiei
"Ah..perfect..." Hiei nodded, satisfied at the dinner table he'd painstakinly set. The wine and water glasses were filled and lined up, silverware evenly placed, colors coordinated...Kurama would absolutely appreciate it. Granted, he hated cooking on human appliances, and thus had ordered take out, but he figured a nice table setting would improve the ambiance. He sat on the couch, flipping through a book to kill the time.
Unfortunately...he didn't realize how much time... Long after the food had been delivered and plated, and gone cold, he was still waiting. Impatiently, he checked the clock, tapping his fingers on the arm of the couch. 'Over an hour late' he snorted, certainly not pouting against the arm of the sofa; slowly, he opened the Jagan, reaching out to locate his mate. Who was still in the office. 'Kurama?'

Hiei his voice was startled, I wasn't aware that you would be home tonight. Is everything alright?

Fine, the hiyoukai glanced at the table, when are you coming home? I thought you came home at five... Perhaps he'd gotten the times mixed up?

I'm sorry love, I have overtime...I won't be coming home until after nine...

Hn, grudgingly, Hiei blew the candles out, glaring at the dinner table, as though it were the one keeping his fox at work.

You're angry, Kurama's worry came in loudly through their link, I truly am sorry. I-

Don't start, Hiei snorted, shook his head even though his lover could not see it, You're stressed out enough...I can feel it, you know.

I know... I'll make it up to you. I'll try to get the weekend off, alright?

Of course. Continue with your work, fox. It's not as though I need you to babysit me, he teased. He opened his eyes as the link faded out, resting his chin on his palm. 'Now what should I do?' He was not good at having idle time... And he didn't feel like taking a nap... Suddenly, he smiled, grabbing the plates from the table.

"Surprise."

Kurama looked up from his desk, raising an eyebrow as the window slid open, "Well, it's been a while since you've done that," he said lightly, "What made you decide against using doors again?"

"Hn. Didn't want to run into any of your coworkers," Hiei plopped down in a free chair, setting a basket on the floor by his feet. "I'm afraid you won't have any fun waiting for me here," Kurama said carefully, glancing at the basket with a questioning expression, "I think you would be much more comfortable at home..."

"Nope," Hiei reached out, snagged a coffee cup off the desk, "This will do." Kurama smiled as Hiei opened the basket, taking out a small bottle of wine. He popped the cork out with a knife, pouring it ceremoniously into the mug, "I bought it for you," he shrugged, holding it out to his fox, "And I want you to enjoy it. Even if you are stuck in this weird building that always smells like ink." He poured himself a cup, gently clinking them together, "Cheers," he shrugged. Kurama chuckled, taking a sip, "It's very good," he set his chin on the back of his free hand, "But I'm afraid I can't have too much of it... It wouldn't do to work a graveyard shift inebriated."

"I know," Hiei took a healthy swig, grinning, "I've got three more bottles at home. You can get drunk later, when you're done with all this," he waved at the paper scattered around the room. Hiei took out a wrapped plate, placing it on the corner, "I brought dinner too." Kurama cocked his head, looking much happier than he had before his mate had come in, "How very sweet of you..."

"Don't tell anyone else that."

"Don't worry Hiei. You're kindness is our dirty secret."