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While Private was upstairs taking a bath, the rest of the team had gone downstairs, still struggling with the newly gained information about Private. As they entered the living room area they were greeted with the faint smell of the chamomile tea and a mouthwatering scent of soup. They grabbed their tea from the tray in the living room and sat down, trying their best to just focus on the tea, but too many questions were buzzing around their head.
Who were the people in the picture?
More specifically, who was the guy with the streak of white hair?
What else is Private hiding?
Why do they care so much about this?
Suddenly Skipper felt like he needed to put some cold water on his face to calm down to he put his tea down and made his way to the upstairs bathroom. Walking up the steps he began to take careful notice of every picture that adorned the walls, which only flared up his discontent. Walking faster up the stairs, he speed walked into the bathroom door and opened it forcefully, forgetting to knock, as he noticed earlier, none of the doors had locks.
Walking in Skipper's eyes widened as he was greeted with a high pitch screech, coming from the bathtub. Turning his head quickly over to the bathtub, he blushed furiously as he saw Private in the bathtub looking at him directly. "Oh! Oh my gosh! I am so sorry Private!", Skipper said as his blush increased. "I just wanted to use the bathroom and- " Skipper blushed even harder at his own statement. "-and I didn't remember you were in here, I forgot… I didn't mean to see you like this…", Skipper said as he gestured at Private in the tub.
Private sat up from the bath, wearing a blush of his own, waving a hand dismissively at Skipper's stammering. "It's alright, these things happen. If you have to use the bathroom I could just step out a bit.", Private said as he completely sat up, still covered from the soapy water. Skipper gestured for him not to stand up anymore, believing his face got redder by the second and said, "No it's fine, I only needed to wash my face."
Private began to sit back down into the water and relax even though there was another presence in the room. Skipper twisted the tap on the sink and began to douse his face in water, glancing around the room once in a while. His eyes land on one of the peppermint scented candles. "Peppermint candles?", Skipper questions with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah they help me relax, by their scent, I mean.", Private says with a smile.
"They seem… nice.", Skipper says as he picks one up, inhaling the soothing candy scent.
"I could give you a few, if you'd like Skipper. I have plenty to go around."
"Really?", Skipper asks with slight embarrassment of taking up the offer. He was still a male commanding officer of an elite team, and having peppermint candles, in his opinion would make him a pansy.
"Sure, I could give you some after supper.", Private said with a beaming smile that made Skippers embarrassment fade and be replaced with a sheepish accepting smile.
"Thank you, soldier.", Skipper says as he place the candle back on the counter and walking out of the bathroom, closing the door. Going down the stairs and entering the living room, he is greeted with noone inside, but there was clanking of plates near the kitchen. Entering the dining area, he saw Kowalski and Rico setting up the table, placing plates in every seating area. "Hello Skipper, did something happen upstairs?", Kowalski said looking up from the table.
"Um, nothing much.", Skipper said as he took some plates from rico to place on the table.
"We her' a scream", Rico said as he began to set down some cups.
"Oh, um that was me because, well…", Skipper said as he began to think of a good excuse. "... I saw a sewing needle and…. Yelled."
Just then Private came bounding down the stair wearing an orange sweater, black pants sneakers. He ran past them and over to the kitchen, it looked like he was carrying a book of sorts. All three of the men stopped what they were doing, listening to Private stumbling upon his uncle in the kitchen.
"Hi uncle Nigel, sorry for missing out on helping you cook the supper.", Private said in a timid voice.
"It's quite alright lad. Say, what's that your holding?"
"Just a little something I found in my room for cooking."
"Oh, I remember this. What special delicacy shall you be whipping up today?"
"I'm thinking, Eton mess."
"That sounds delightful. I think we have all of the ingredients in the fridge."
"Yay!", Private exclaims, which makes his friends in the dining room chuckle fondly. A few minutes later, the table is all set up and Nigel comes in carrying a large bowl of soup and ladle. "Alright, time for supper.", Nigel says as he sets down the bowl on the table. Private comes into the room with a large smile on his face and was about to take a seat, but Kowalski pulled his chair for him and offered him his seat.
"Thank you, Kowalski.", Private says as he sits down. Everyone else takes a seat and begins to serve themselves, well all except Private, as Rico gives him his bowl of soup. They all began to dine and talk to one another, cracking a few jokes as well. In the back of their minds, Skipper, Kowalski and Rico decided to make space for Private's special dish, curious to try it.
As they finished, Private stood up and walked to the kitchen after calling out, "I hope you made you for dessert." He then came back holding a tray of glass cups each containing a creamy -like substance with strawberries on top. "This is and English dessert called Eton mess, it's very delicious. I hope you like it.", he says as he passes a cup to each of his friends and family. All four of the men in the room try it immediatly, being blown away by the slight hints of vanilla and chocolate.
"Marvelous as always lad.", Nigel said after a spoonful.
"Absolutely satisfyingly stunning!", Kowalski exclaimed digging his spoon back into the strawberries and cream.
"Perfecto!", Rico says after giving a kissing gesture with his hand and like Kowalski, continued to eat.
"This is so delicious, Private.", Skipper said while giving him a large grin.
"Thank you, guys", Private said as he blushed and smiled sheepishly, looking off to the side as he sat down. After eating the dessert and clearing up the table, they all went back upstair to go to bed. After cleaning up for bed everyone retreated to their rooms.
Skipper entered his room and began to change into a tank and a pair of long johns, until a knock on the door interrupts him. Quickly slipping on the loose pants he says, "Come in." The door creaks open and Private pokes his head in. "Hi Skipper, um. I wanted to bring you the peppermint candles", Private says as he steps into the room carrying a set of red candles adorned with a carving of a peppermint candy on the side.
Skipper walks over to Private taking the gift from him and sending him a small smile of gratitude. Private gives him a smile of his own, but quickly turns into a grimace of fear as lightning and thunder sounded and illuminated the room. From how dark the room was and how the lightning illuminated it, Skipper was able to catch a glimpse of a unicorn plush in Private's hold. 'Classic Private, but it's not a lunacorn though. It's all still weird…', Skipper thinks as he walks closer to Private ruffling his hair to calm him down.
"Well, I better go back to bed now, goodnight Skipper", Private said as he walked towards the door.
"Goodnight Private", Skipper said. Private shot him a smile before closing the door and heading back to his room. Skipper began to look at the pack of scented candles and opened it up. Taking one from the package and lighting it up, he set it down on his night stand on a small candle tray he found in one of the drawers. Slowly, a scent of peppermint filled the room as Skipper slipped into the covers. Taking a deep breath, inhaling the scent of peppermint, he closed his eyes listening to the sound of dropping rain outside.
A/N- I hope you all are enjoying the story, please rate and review. I would love to hear your thoughts on this. IMPORTANT NOTE: I will be posting art on this story on deviantart very soon so check out Blubird513 for that. Special shoutout to Demiajaie for following both my stories and leaving reviews on them. I do read the comments. So if you'd like a shoutout or something of that sort leave a comment, anyway gotta go. See you soon.