Help! Where did this come from!?
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cerulean_skyClearly I need to never attempt these two again. Ever. It's so OOC. Wah...
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15minuteficlets.
"What are you doing?"
The question came without a curse, and that alone would have made the various ingredients stop swirling in the air. But it was more the fact that Schuldig had walked into the kitchen at 3:00 in the morning, when Nagi had thought no one would be awake, and had found him baking.
The things in the air stopped swirling, and hovered.
"Baking," came the calm reply.
"No shit, Sherlock. Why the fuck are you baking?"
"Because I couldn't sleep." Nagi was always calm, his voice always held the calm that he always had on his face, and 3:00 in the morning was no different.
"Oh." Schuldig said, as he pulled himself onto the counter, looking at Nagi as he continued to stir the batter. "What?"
"What what, Schuldig?"
"What the fuck are you baking?" Schuldig asked, exasperated, because he knew that Nagi knew what he had meant, and had just done that completely on purpose to piss the hell out of him.
Nagi looked up, pausing in his stirring, eyes bottomless as always. More so in the darkness, Schuldig decided.
"Cookies." And then he dumped in a cup of chocolate chips.
"Oh," Schuldig repeated. "Crawford know?"
"Are you asking if i told him, or if he knows?" Nagi, unambiguous as always, Schuldig thought. Fucking annoying.
"First-- second-- both. All of the fucking above."
"No. Probably."
Schuldig blinked and thought about it for a minute. "Oh. Alright then." He dipped his fingers in the bowl, avoiding the spoon, and scooping up some of the batter and popping it into his mouth. Nagi gave him a reproachful look.
"The whole point of making cookies is to eat half the batter, anyway," Schuldig pointed out, with the air of someone of authority on these things. He pushed himself off the counter, bare feet not making a sound as they hit the linoleum. He went behind Nagi and put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I wouldn't know. I've never made cookies before." Nagi said as he started to put dallops on a pan.
"What kind of a person has never made fucking cookies ever?" Schuldig asked, and Nagi couldn't tell if he was being serious, or sarcastic. He gave Schuldig a look that clearly said if you have to ask, you know less that I thought.
((15 minute mark))
"Ok. Right. Forget I asked then."
Nagi didn't say anything, he just continued to pul small dallops on the pan. Schuldig swiped one and stuck it in his mouth, enjoying the crunch of the chocolate chips.
"Schuldig, if you don't let me put them on the pan, there won't be any cookies." Nagi, always practical. Also fucking annoying, Schuldig thought.
"Hn. You are no fun." He put his chin on Nagi's shoulder, breathing onto his neck. Behind them the oven door opened, and a pan of ready-to-be-baked cookies went in, the door closing behind them. Schuldig jumped. "Shit! Warn me when you are going to do that!"
Nagi grinned a little, and started another pan. He was half way through filling it, before Schuldig's hand reached around him and snagged another of the balls of dough. "Schuldig, stop it," He batted the hand lightly, but let it continue to the owner's mouth with it's prize.
"If I stop, can I have a cookie?" Nagi could here the smugness and the mischievousness in Schuldig's voice, and he smiled faintly.
"We'll see." he said after a minute.
"Mm. Good." Schuldig said, already assuming that he would get what he wanted. He did, usually, even if he did have to go about it in a round about way. He smirked, and kissed Nagi's neck lightly.
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15minuteficlets."What are you doing?"
The question came without a curse, and that alone would have made the various ingredients stop swirling in the air. But it was more the fact that Schuldig had walked into the kitchen at 3:00 in the morning, when Nagi had thought no one would be awake, and had found him baking.
The things in the air stopped swirling, and hovered.
"Baking," came the calm reply.
"No shit, Sherlock. Why the fuck are you baking?"
"Because I couldn't sleep." Nagi was always calm, his voice always held the calm that he always had on his face, and 3:00 in the morning was no different.
"Oh." Schuldig said, as he pulled himself onto the counter, looking at Nagi as he continued to stir the batter. "What?"
"What what, Schuldig?"
"What the fuck are you baking?" Schuldig asked, exasperated, because he knew that Nagi knew what he had meant, and had just done that completely on purpose to piss the hell out of him.
Nagi looked up, pausing in his stirring, eyes bottomless as always. More so in the darkness, Schuldig decided.
"Cookies." And then he dumped in a cup of chocolate chips.
"Oh," Schuldig repeated. "Crawford know?"
"Are you asking if i told him, or if he knows?" Nagi, unambiguous as always, Schuldig thought. Fucking annoying.
"First-- second-- both. All of the fucking above."
"No. Probably."
Schuldig blinked and thought about it for a minute. "Oh. Alright then." He dipped his fingers in the bowl, avoiding the spoon, and scooping up some of the batter and popping it into his mouth. Nagi gave him a reproachful look.
"The whole point of making cookies is to eat half the batter, anyway," Schuldig pointed out, with the air of someone of authority on these things. He pushed himself off the counter, bare feet not making a sound as they hit the linoleum. He went behind Nagi and put a hand on the boy's shoulder.
"I wouldn't know. I've never made cookies before." Nagi said as he started to put dallops on a pan.
"What kind of a person has never made fucking cookies ever?" Schuldig asked, and Nagi couldn't tell if he was being serious, or sarcastic. He gave Schuldig a look that clearly said if you have to ask, you know less that I thought.
((15 minute mark))
"Ok. Right. Forget I asked then."
Nagi didn't say anything, he just continued to pul small dallops on the pan. Schuldig swiped one and stuck it in his mouth, enjoying the crunch of the chocolate chips.
"Schuldig, if you don't let me put them on the pan, there won't be any cookies." Nagi, always practical. Also fucking annoying, Schuldig thought.
"Hn. You are no fun." He put his chin on Nagi's shoulder, breathing onto his neck. Behind them the oven door opened, and a pan of ready-to-be-baked cookies went in, the door closing behind them. Schuldig jumped. "Shit! Warn me when you are going to do that!"
Nagi grinned a little, and started another pan. He was half way through filling it, before Schuldig's hand reached around him and snagged another of the balls of dough. "Schuldig, stop it," He batted the hand lightly, but let it continue to the owner's mouth with it's prize.
"If I stop, can I have a cookie?" Nagi could here the smugness and the mischievousness in Schuldig's voice, and he smiled faintly.
"We'll see." he said after a minute.
"Mm. Good." Schuldig said, already assuming that he would get what he wanted. He did, usually, even if he did have to go about it in a round about way. He smirked, and kissed Nagi's neck lightly.
no subject
on 2003-12-17 12:28 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2003-12-17 12:46 pm (UTC)Thank you! I'm glad you like it! <3
cookies
on 2003-12-22 08:19 am (UTC).. and yes, as a matter of fact, my middle name IS hentai.
Re: cookies
on 2003-12-22 01:36 pm (UTC)