blame the whiskey and aspirin
Title: Food for Love
Fandom: 2Ne1
Pairing: Dara/CL
Rating: G
Summary: Dara, CL, and food
A/N: written for 24 hour fic challenge
Dara opened the flat's door, kicked off her shoes, and slipped on a pair of fuzzy green house slippers. Allowing her purse, more of a tote bag, to slide down her arm to the floor, she sighed and sniffed the air. Onions, garlic, bell peppers, and a tinge of red pepper filled the flat's entryway with their combined odors. Dara's mouth watered.
“It smells delicious.” She leaned against the kitchen doorjamb.
Chaerin glanced up from the various pots and pans on the stove top and smiled. Not the I-dare-you-to-try smile of CL the badass leader of 2NE1 but the I-am-so-happy-you're-home smile she reserved for Dara. “Thanks, love. I thought you might be hungry after the grueling schedule you've had the past few days.”
“YG knows how cram a whole lot into not enough hours.” Dara walked over and leaned her chin on Chaerin's shoulder, wrapped her arms around Chaerin's waist. “You enjoying your days off?”
Chaerin relaxed against Dara's slender body and continued to stir the contents of one pot. “I have. Trying out a couple of new recipes my mom sent me.”
“Sounds excellent.” Planting a soft kiss on Chaerin's neck, Dara moved to sit at the table. “Where are the children?”
“Minki is visiting her family. Bommie is off being Bommie. Possibly bungee jumping or skydiving or just getting a facial.” She grabbed pot handles, dumped steaming food onto plates or into bowls. “They both said they won't be home for supper.”
Dara watched the blonde competently arrange food on plates and then plates on the table. “You cooked all this for me?”
With a smile, Chaerin sad across from her and twined the fingers of one hand through hers. “For us. Outstide of promotions, we don't see much of each other anymore. I've missed you.”
A knot of emotion lodged in Dara's throat so she had to clear it in order to speak. “I've missed you too. Thank you for supper.” She squeezed Chaerin's hand.
“Don't thank me until after you've tried it.” With a deprecating smile, Chaerin passed Dara a plate.
Fandom: 2Ne1
Pairing: Dara/CL
Rating: G
Summary: Dara, CL, and food
A/N: written for 24 hour fic challenge
Dara opened the flat's door, kicked off her shoes, and slipped on a pair of fuzzy green house slippers. Allowing her purse, more of a tote bag, to slide down her arm to the floor, she sighed and sniffed the air. Onions, garlic, bell peppers, and a tinge of red pepper filled the flat's entryway with their combined odors. Dara's mouth watered.
“It smells delicious.” She leaned against the kitchen doorjamb.
Chaerin glanced up from the various pots and pans on the stove top and smiled. Not the I-dare-you-to-try smile of CL the badass leader of 2NE1 but the I-am-so-happy-you're-home smile she reserved for Dara. “Thanks, love. I thought you might be hungry after the grueling schedule you've had the past few days.”
“YG knows how cram a whole lot into not enough hours.” Dara walked over and leaned her chin on Chaerin's shoulder, wrapped her arms around Chaerin's waist. “You enjoying your days off?”
Chaerin relaxed against Dara's slender body and continued to stir the contents of one pot. “I have. Trying out a couple of new recipes my mom sent me.”
“Sounds excellent.” Planting a soft kiss on Chaerin's neck, Dara moved to sit at the table. “Where are the children?”
“Minki is visiting her family. Bommie is off being Bommie. Possibly bungee jumping or skydiving or just getting a facial.” She grabbed pot handles, dumped steaming food onto plates or into bowls. “They both said they won't be home for supper.”
Dara watched the blonde competently arrange food on plates and then plates on the table. “You cooked all this for me?”
With a smile, Chaerin sad across from her and twined the fingers of one hand through hers. “For us. Outstide of promotions, we don't see much of each other anymore. I've missed you.”
A knot of emotion lodged in Dara's throat so she had to clear it in order to speak. “I've missed you too. Thank you for supper.” She squeezed Chaerin's hand.
“Don't thank me until after you've tried it.” With a deprecating smile, Chaerin passed Dara a plate.