Warnings: unbetaed

Author's note: English is only my second language so there will be mistakes. I also tend to write slightly OOC. I can't help it, really!

I wrote this in 10 Minutes and I think it shows...I'm still stuck in the middle, ah okay, at the beginning of my next fic and needed a distraction. I don't like it very much myself, but there aren't enough stories in this fandom, so I decided to post it anyway.

Disclaimer: I don't own them and I certainly don't earn money with this...

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'Discipline is always a good thing, but this is getting ridiculous', Natalie thought while she watched Stephen on rare break biting into a sandwich, making a disgusted face, chewing and swallowing with obvious distaste.

A short moment of relief, then the next bite.

He reminded Natalie of a little boy who was more than reluctant to eat the offered vegetables, but who made himself eat them anyway by thinking of a promised reward.

Since Stephen couldn't hope for a trip to the playground, she assumed other motives for his behaviour. Curiosity spiked, she slowly entered his office.

"What are you eating?"

"Fat-reduced cheese with fat-reduced mayonaise and a….shitload of salad on low-carb whole-wheat-bread."

"It doesn't look that bad. Don't you like it?"

"I love it. I want to scream with joy. I never ate anything that good. I want to tell the whole world…"

Natalie sat down on the edge of Stephen's desk while he kept on rambling, this would be fun to watch. Why pass a chance to watch her normally stoic and reserved colleague making a fuss about a harmless piece of food. Time to enable her inner scientist.

"Miles forces you to eat that."

"He called me a human time bomb."

"Your eating habits could be better…"

"They could be worse."

"Maybe you shouldn't have said that everything good in your life was filled with cheese."

"Everything edible, dammit!"

"He cares for your health, somebody should."

"He could be more subtle, not handing me a sandwich bag like he was sending me to school."

"I think that is cute."

"He reorganised my kitchen, it looks like a garden now."

"He is just eager..."

"I liked my old kitchen."

"You're whining."

"Last night he pretended to suffocate when I was….when we…"

"When you were lying on him?"

"Stop laughing!"

"I'm not laughing, I'm just in awe."

"And here I was thinking you're glowing with sympathy."

Natalie ignored Stephen's murmured comment. He was whining.

"I always thought you were the caretaker in this relationship."

"Tell the gardener who invaded my kitchen."

"Invaded?"

"Invaded, conquered, took over,…."

"I get the picture."

"Imagine we have a large scale operation and return four weeks later. My apartment will be a compost heap with windows."

There was no way to improve Stephen's mood now.

The funny thing wasn't that Miles was eagerly trying to improve his lover's eating habits, she had expected that, it was Stephen playing along with it. And Miles wasn't even here to watch Stephen eating the sandwich. He could have easily disposed it and ordered a pizza. But he hadn't.
Analyse that.

Natalie decided to leave him alone in his misery and elegantly glided from the desk. On her way out of the office she contemplated telling Stephen about how fast the honeymoon can be over but she didn't fancy to have the sandwich thrown at her. That thing looked heavy.

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