Pancakes (Emmett / Alicia)
From Nonny - once you tagged tatennant here you'll have to write it down. imagine your OTP in the kitchen cooking breakfast together, one standing at the stove as the other is hugging them from behind, resting their heads on the back of their neck and stealing sleepy kisses. sorry these are the rules (;
Notes: Emmett is David's character from Gracepoint and Alicia is Catherine's character from that horrible movie Monte Carlo.
“Emmett?”
Emmett has the hugest grin on his face when Alicia floats into the kitchen, her hair mussed from their late night activities and a questioning look on her otherwise sleepy face. As soon as she’s close, he drags her to him, crushing her to his side.
“Mmm,” she sighs, her lashes fluttering against his unshaven cheeks, “good morning to you too, Detective. But what are you doing, love?” she asks as she surveys the counter top and finds a plethora of ingredients on the counter.
“I’m making you breakfast.”
“With all that bacon?”
“No,” he smiles sheepishly, “those are for me. I’m going to make you pancakes.”
“You know how to make pancakes?”
“Just add water.” Emmett chuckles and holds up a box of pancake mix.
“Genius,” Alicia giggles and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him. She lets out a surprised yelp when he lifts her off the ground and puts her on the counter top, her feet dangling in the air. “I can help, you know?”
“No,” he kisses her hand and hands her a bowl of berries, “you just sit here and look pretty, Doll. I got the berries this morning. I thought you might like it with your pancakes.”
“You went to get grocery store that early? I didn’t hear you get up.”
“You were, uh, pretty worn out, Doll,” he winks and her cheeks turn sweetly pink.
He cups her cheeks, brushing his lips over her and deepening it gently.
Alicia watches Emmett move around the kitchen with a dreamy smile on her face. He’s so serious, like making her breakfast is the most important task of his life and she has never had anyone want to cook for her. While they wait for the pancakes to cook, he sneaks over to steal a kiss or two from her and rushes back to the stove to make sure nothing burns. As much as she enjoys watching his cute bum - or ass, as he likes to call it - she’d rather be close to him. She gracefully hops off the counter top and goes to wrap her arms around his waist from behind him, kissing the back of his neck.
“Almost done?”
“Almost.”
She sighs lazily, pressing another kiss on his bare shoulders. “No one has ever done this for me before.”
“What?”
“Breakfast. No one has ever wanted to make me breakfast in my life,” she explains, resting her head on his broad shoulders, “unless you count Albert. It’s sweet.”
“Not even your ex? Not even once?”
“No. I don’t think he even considered it.”
“He’s an idiot.” He doesn’t understand how can anyone not want to do everything for her. “You were too good for him.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, Leese.”
She shakes her head, “we’re not having that argument again.”
Emmett grins and pats her bum as he reaches for the maple syrup. Alicia watches with raised brows as he practically drowns the stack of pancakes in syrup before sprinkling the nuts and berries on top. “Ta-da!” he says with a proud smile when he’s done and she giggles. He cuts out a decent piece for her, making sure to catch a lot of the golden liquid as he does and holds it out for her.
He watches her expectedly. “How is it?”
“Best pancakes ever. I never had pancakes with this much syrup.”
“You’ve been eating it wrong all your life, Doll. Syrup is the best part about pancakes.”
“You might be right,” she grins, “More please.”
Notes: Emmett is David's character from Gracepoint and Alicia is Catherine's character from that horrible movie Monte Carlo.
“Emmett?”
Emmett has the hugest grin on his face when Alicia floats into the kitchen, her hair mussed from their late night activities and a questioning look on her otherwise sleepy face. As soon as she’s close, he drags her to him, crushing her to his side.
“Mmm,” she sighs, her lashes fluttering against his unshaven cheeks, “good morning to you too, Detective. But what are you doing, love?” she asks as she surveys the counter top and finds a plethora of ingredients on the counter.
“I’m making you breakfast.”
“With all that bacon?”
“No,” he smiles sheepishly, “those are for me. I’m going to make you pancakes.”
“You know how to make pancakes?”
“Just add water.” Emmett chuckles and holds up a box of pancake mix.
“Genius,” Alicia giggles and stands on her tiptoes to kiss him. She lets out a surprised yelp when he lifts her off the ground and puts her on the counter top, her feet dangling in the air. “I can help, you know?”
“No,” he kisses her hand and hands her a bowl of berries, “you just sit here and look pretty, Doll. I got the berries this morning. I thought you might like it with your pancakes.”
“You went to get grocery store that early? I didn’t hear you get up.”
“You were, uh, pretty worn out, Doll,” he winks and her cheeks turn sweetly pink.
He cups her cheeks, brushing his lips over her and deepening it gently.
Alicia watches Emmett move around the kitchen with a dreamy smile on her face. He’s so serious, like making her breakfast is the most important task of his life and she has never had anyone want to cook for her. While they wait for the pancakes to cook, he sneaks over to steal a kiss or two from her and rushes back to the stove to make sure nothing burns. As much as she enjoys watching his cute bum - or ass, as he likes to call it - she’d rather be close to him. She gracefully hops off the counter top and goes to wrap her arms around his waist from behind him, kissing the back of his neck.
“Almost done?”
“Almost.”
She sighs lazily, pressing another kiss on his bare shoulders. “No one has ever done this for me before.”
“What?”
“Breakfast. No one has ever wanted to make me breakfast in my life,” she explains, resting her head on his broad shoulders, “unless you count Albert. It’s sweet.”
“Not even your ex? Not even once?”
“No. I don’t think he even considered it.”
“He’s an idiot.” He doesn’t understand how can anyone not want to do everything for her. “You were too good for him.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more, Leese.”
She shakes her head, “we’re not having that argument again.”
Emmett grins and pats her bum as he reaches for the maple syrup. Alicia watches with raised brows as he practically drowns the stack of pancakes in syrup before sprinkling the nuts and berries on top. “Ta-da!” he says with a proud smile when he’s done and she giggles. He cuts out a decent piece for her, making sure to catch a lot of the golden liquid as he does and holds it out for her.
He watches her expectedly. “How is it?”
“Best pancakes ever. I never had pancakes with this much syrup.”
“You’ve been eating it wrong all your life, Doll. Syrup is the best part about pancakes.”
“You might be right,” she grins, “More please.”