Title: Take Two
Date Written: 11/3/05
Rating: K+
Word Count: 476
Characters/Pairings: Dee/Ryo, Bikky/Carol
Warnings: None
Spoilers: All the way through book 7, major spoilers for the Bikky/Carol relationship
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: deeryofan made me do it. The other part of Shakespeare Appreciaton.
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When Dee came into his lover's apartment, the wonderful, amazing scent of dinner. It did not get better than Ryo's cooking, period. He loved Mother dearly, but Ryo's food was just the best, hands down.

"Mmm... Food," the dark-haired man muttered into Ryo's ear, wrapping his arms around the blonde's waist and nuzzling his neck.

"Yes, food," Ryo teased back in reply, leaning back into Dee's embrace. "For four, even."

"Aw, you mean the monkey brat and the princess are eating with us tonight? I was really hoping to have you all to myself, just you, me, a bottle of wine, maybe some soft music... Handcuffs..."

Ryo smacked Dee on the cheek with a wooden spoon, red spaghetti sauce splatting onto the taller cop's cheek.

"Oh, I am so tying you up now," Dee teased, grabbing a paper towel and wiping the sauce off his face.

"You have to catch me first," Ryo replied, stirring the sauce some more.

That man could be such a terrible flirt at times. And Dee wouldn't have it any other way.

"Oh, you know you want it," Dee retorted, snagging a dinner roll. Ryo shot him a dirty look, but didn't say anything.

A thud came from the dining room, and Dee raised his eyebrows. "They're studying Shakespeare," Ryo said, and Dee chuckled.

"Of course Bikky doesn't like the Bard: Ol' Willy doesn't write in proper English."

Ryo just stared at his lover.

"I'm kidding! Jesus, I'm smarter than I look," the dark-haired detective said, leaning against the counter and reaching over to dip the roll into the tomato sauce.

A sharp rap of the wooden spoon made him drop his roll with a yelp. "Damn it, Ryo! Shit, that hurt."

Ryo took his hand and rubbed the knuckles. "I didn't mean to hit you on the knuckles." The cook pressed a kiss against Dee's offended hand. "And Bikky gets that from you."

"Being smarter than we look?"

"Bingo."

"Bikky, what are yo--"

The two lovers looked at one another, eyebrows raised. As one, they leaned over to look in on the two children, to find Bikky with his tongue down Carol's throat.

"Well, aren't you going to stop them?" Dee asked Ryo, who shrugged.

"What, they're just kissing."

"Next thing you know, we're gonna be charging Carol for stach," Dee teased, and Ryo rolled his eyes.

"You can't wait a month, can you?"

"I'm not a patient man."

"That's you, right there, Ryo," Dee insisted.

"I am too patient," Ryo argued back.

"Sure, if you say so, Mr. Get Me In The Bedroom Now MacLane."

"Mmm-hmm. And you can go back to your apartment tonight, too."

"Aw, don't be like that, baby."

"Besides, it's in the play."

Ryo looked at Dee, eyebrows raised, a ladle brandished like a knife at his lover. "He gets that from you, Laytner."

Dee reached for his sauce-soaked roll and didn't even try to argue.
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