Spaghetti and Meatballs
Originally posted anonymously at the castlekink meme.
"Honey! I'm home!" Esposito calls as he enters the apartment and locks the door behind himself.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," is Ryan's grumbled ...response.
Esposito grins wide and walks over to the kitchen area, pointing out, "I'm not the one wearing an apron."
Ryan looks down at the apron and grimaces, "Jenny got it for me."
"Didn't we burn all the stuff Jenny got you?"
(Warm summer night on the roof with a metal garbage can, some ugly-ass ties, a book of matches, and plenty of beer.)
"Yeah, but I thought this might be useful. And judging from how much tomato sauce I splashed on myself when I added the meatballs, I was right."
Esposito moves so he can kiss Ryan on the cheek, "It's a good look for you."
Ryan hmphs and goes back to stirring the meatball-laden sauce, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when the timer on the microwave beeps.
"You wanna strain the spaghetti?"
"I wouldn't want to interfere with your kitchenly duties," Esposito teases as he shuts off the burner and carries the pot of pasta to the sink where a colander is already waiting.
"Keep going, funny guy, and I'm never making you dinner again."
Esposito steps up behind Ryan and wraps his arms around his partner's waist.
"What if I say I'm sorry?" he asks softly, his breath tickling Ryan's ear.
"You can show me how sorry you are after we eat," Ryan smirks.
"Deal."
When you're in trouble, you can call DW.
"Honey! I'm home!" Esposito calls as he enters the apartment and locks the door behind himself.
"I'm not even going to dignify that with a response," is Ryan's grumbled ...response.
Esposito grins wide and walks over to the kitchen area, pointing out, "I'm not the one wearing an apron."
Ryan looks down at the apron and grimaces, "Jenny got it for me."
"Didn't we burn all the stuff Jenny got you?"
(Warm summer night on the roof with a metal garbage can, some ugly-ass ties, a book of matches, and plenty of beer.)
"Yeah, but I thought this might be useful. And judging from how much tomato sauce I splashed on myself when I added the meatballs, I was right."
Esposito moves so he can kiss Ryan on the cheek, "It's a good look for you."
Ryan hmphs and goes back to stirring the meatball-laden sauce, but there's a smile tugging at the corners of his lips when the timer on the microwave beeps.
"You wanna strain the spaghetti?"
"I wouldn't want to interfere with your kitchenly duties," Esposito teases as he shuts off the burner and carries the pot of pasta to the sink where a colander is already waiting.
"Keep going, funny guy, and I'm never making you dinner again."
Esposito steps up behind Ryan and wraps his arms around his partner's waist.
"What if I say I'm sorry?" he asks softly, his breath tickling Ryan's ear.
"You can show me how sorry you are after we eat," Ryan smirks.
"Deal."
When you're in trouble, you can call DW.