Ready to find out what she and Danny were talking about?
Gabriel walked up the stairs to Sara's loft apartment again. He'd never told her he was showing up, but chances were she'd guessed it anyhow. He'd been able to see the lights from the street and hoped that meant she was home. If not, he could wait in the hallway again; it hadn't bothered him last time. Sure enough, music was blasting from inside the loft, U2 if he wasn't mistaken. He rang the buzzer, grinning when the music was turned down and the door opened.
"Gabriel!"
"Aren't we switched here? I'm supposed to be the one blasting the music while you ask me to turn it down."
"Come on in," she offered, glancing behind her as she moved aside for him.
"Have visitors?" He sniffed the air. "Smells like you stopped by a bakery today. Get anything interesting?"
"Just doing something for Danny." She followed into the main part of the apartment, almost running into him when he stopped to stare at her kitchen table.
"You're baking cookies?" he asked incredulously as he moved forward again and set the two video cassettes on her kitchen counter.
"Yeah, for Danny."
"You've never baked me cookies before," he teased in a mock jealous voice.
"Next time you're pregnant, I'll bake you cookies, okay?"
Gabe laughed and sat down. "Danny's pregnant? Anyone call the papers?"
"Leigh's the one who's pregnant, smart ass. Oh, speaking of Danny, he says thanks for the idea of flowers."
He nodded, "no problem, always happy to help a romance along," and stole one of the cookies that were cooling on the rack to take a bite. "Hey, these are pretty good!"
"Thanks," she smiled at him before the oven began beeping and she grabbed her oven mitt, switching the full tray of baked cookies in the oven with one full of uncooked dough. Setting it on one of the racks, she slapped his hand as he went to steal another cookie. Going back to the oven, she reset the timer and made her way back to the table.
"I thought you didn't cook?"
"I don't, for the most part. Ask me to boil an egg and you'll be really disappointed in the results."
"Well, these are delicious," he complimented again, stealing his third with his left hand as she slapped at his right. "How come you can bake these but not boil an egg?"
Sara shrugged as she began to transfer the cooled cookies from the rack to the Tupperware container she'd brought over from the counter. "I know my priorities. I happen to like cookies a lot better than I like boiled eggs."
"Makes sense," he mused as he began to help her with the transferring.
"I thought so," she agreed, glaring at him as he stole another cookie.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy!" he defended.
"Sure you are, shrimp."
"Shrimp? Shrimp? I'm taller than you are! Who're you calling a shrimp, kid?" He stood up from the chair and crossed both arms over his chest as he towered over her with his whole three-inch advantage.
"You," she answered frankly, raising a brow as she dared him to respond.
"Works," he shrugged and sat back down, stealing another cookie and munching on it with a sheepish grin. "Skipped lunch," he explained.
"Poor guy," she commiserated as she patted his head. "But if you keep eating my cookies, I won't have any to give to Danny and Leigh or to eat at the precinct to tomorrow." She moved the rack out of his reach as he went to grab another one and pointed to the kitchen. "There's fried chicken and biscuits in the microwave, corn on the cob, and potato salad in the fridge." She shrugged when he looked over at her. "You confuse me, but sometimes you are predictable. I figured you'd probably show up and it was my turn to get dinner."
He walked into the kitchen with the now full baking sheet and put it on top of the stove. Opening the microwave, he took a deep breath as the scent of fried chicken met him. "Great choice!" The oven beeped and he turned, automatically catching the tossed oven mitt to do the transfer of baking sheets. Carrying the hot one over to put where Sara had indicated, he grabbed plates and forks as Sara did the cookie transfer.
"Hope you like extra crispy."
"Love it," he enthused, stomach already grumbling as he lined put everything on a tray he found leaning against one of the cupboards. "I brought a couple movies, thought we could watch them together."
"Sure." Sara looked up as Gabriel made his way to the couch with his laden tray. "What do you want to drink?"
"Soda'll do."
Sara nodded and grabbed two Cokes to join him on the sofa. "I'm gonna be up and down until the cookies are done," she warned.
"It's okay, I'll help. We can watch the movie after they're done. What do you want first? Action or comedy?"
"Comedy," Sara decided without even thinking about it. Then she settled in next to him, accepting the offered plate.
TBC
No kiss here.. Sorry, magicks!
Gabriel walked up the stairs to Sara's loft apartment again. He'd never told her he was showing up, but chances were she'd guessed it anyhow. He'd been able to see the lights from the street and hoped that meant she was home. If not, he could wait in the hallway again; it hadn't bothered him last time. Sure enough, music was blasting from inside the loft, U2 if he wasn't mistaken. He rang the buzzer, grinning when the music was turned down and the door opened.
"Gabriel!"
"Aren't we switched here? I'm supposed to be the one blasting the music while you ask me to turn it down."
"Come on in," she offered, glancing behind her as she moved aside for him.
"Have visitors?" He sniffed the air. "Smells like you stopped by a bakery today. Get anything interesting?"
"Just doing something for Danny." She followed into the main part of the apartment, almost running into him when he stopped to stare at her kitchen table.
"You're baking cookies?" he asked incredulously as he moved forward again and set the two video cassettes on her kitchen counter.
"Yeah, for Danny."
"You've never baked me cookies before," he teased in a mock jealous voice.
"Next time you're pregnant, I'll bake you cookies, okay?"
Gabe laughed and sat down. "Danny's pregnant? Anyone call the papers?"
"Leigh's the one who's pregnant, smart ass. Oh, speaking of Danny, he says thanks for the idea of flowers."
He nodded, "no problem, always happy to help a romance along," and stole one of the cookies that were cooling on the rack to take a bite. "Hey, these are pretty good!"
"Thanks," she smiled at him before the oven began beeping and she grabbed her oven mitt, switching the full tray of baked cookies in the oven with one full of uncooked dough. Setting it on one of the racks, she slapped his hand as he went to steal another cookie. Going back to the oven, she reset the timer and made her way back to the table.
"I thought you didn't cook?"
"I don't, for the most part. Ask me to boil an egg and you'll be really disappointed in the results."
"Well, these are delicious," he complimented again, stealing his third with his left hand as she slapped at his right. "How come you can bake these but not boil an egg?"
Sara shrugged as she began to transfer the cooled cookies from the rack to the Tupperware container she'd brought over from the counter. "I know my priorities. I happen to like cookies a lot better than I like boiled eggs."
"Makes sense," he mused as he began to help her with the transferring.
"I thought so," she agreed, glaring at him as he stole another cookie.
"Hey, I'm a growing boy!" he defended.
"Sure you are, shrimp."
"Shrimp? Shrimp? I'm taller than you are! Who're you calling a shrimp, kid?" He stood up from the chair and crossed both arms over his chest as he towered over her with his whole three-inch advantage.
"You," she answered frankly, raising a brow as she dared him to respond.
"Works," he shrugged and sat back down, stealing another cookie and munching on it with a sheepish grin. "Skipped lunch," he explained.
"Poor guy," she commiserated as she patted his head. "But if you keep eating my cookies, I won't have any to give to Danny and Leigh or to eat at the precinct to tomorrow." She moved the rack out of his reach as he went to grab another one and pointed to the kitchen. "There's fried chicken and biscuits in the microwave, corn on the cob, and potato salad in the fridge." She shrugged when he looked over at her. "You confuse me, but sometimes you are predictable. I figured you'd probably show up and it was my turn to get dinner."
He walked into the kitchen with the now full baking sheet and put it on top of the stove. Opening the microwave, he took a deep breath as the scent of fried chicken met him. "Great choice!" The oven beeped and he turned, automatically catching the tossed oven mitt to do the transfer of baking sheets. Carrying the hot one over to put where Sara had indicated, he grabbed plates and forks as Sara did the cookie transfer.
"Hope you like extra crispy."
"Love it," he enthused, stomach already grumbling as he lined put everything on a tray he found leaning against one of the cupboards. "I brought a couple movies, thought we could watch them together."
"Sure." Sara looked up as Gabriel made his way to the couch with his laden tray. "What do you want to drink?"
"Soda'll do."
Sara nodded and grabbed two Cokes to join him on the sofa. "I'm gonna be up and down until the cookies are done," she warned.
"It's okay, I'll help. We can watch the movie after they're done. What do you want first? Action or comedy?"
"Comedy," Sara decided without even thinking about it. Then she settled in next to him, accepting the offered plate.
TBC
No kiss here.. Sorry, magicks!