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Dinner for Two [1/3]

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Every Thursday evening, the butcher gives them some leftover minced meat. After solving her case, it's the least she can do, because the images of her ex-husband in that outfit are burnt into Shinjuurou's memory for life.

Every Thursday night, Shinjuurou puts on his panda apron, and removes the matching apron from the cupboard in case Inga is bored enough to come in and help. Shinjuurou is fine with cooking on his own, but it goes smoother when Inga helps. Even if it does get messier.

Shinjuurou stares at the package of meat, and thinks of what to make.

----

It's spaghetti tonight. Well, actually, it's tagliatelle, since Inga wanted to buy the thicker noodles. But it's cooked the same way that Shinjuurou cooks spaghetti. A sauce of finely chopped carrots, browned onions and browned meat, simmered with canned tomatoes and Italian herbs, with the noodles cooked separately but finished with the sauce. It's nowhere near a traditional bolognese, but they both like it well enough.

When he sets the plates down on the table, Inga seizes his fork, and attempts to twirl the whole portion of noodles around it. He fails, and most of it falls back onto the plate.

Shinjuurou asks, "Is that why you wanted the thicker noodles?"

"I thought it'd be less trouble to twirl," Inga says, forlornly twirling a single strand around his fork. "Then I could eat it all at once."

"You'd choke. It's better to eat it slowly," Shinjuurou says, sprinkling some grated parmesan cheese onto his pasta. "That way you'll feel more full."

"You could always cook more, though, Shinjuurou," Inga says. "That way I'd be full even if I ate fast!"

"Then there wouldn't be enough meat for the sauce, or enough sauce to coat it."

"Good point," Inga says, as he dumps the whole bowl of parmesan onto his pasta. He takes a bite, and chews slowly. "I think I preferred the thinner noodles, Shinjuurou."

"I'll buy them next week."

----

It's bondage tonight, and Inga is deftly tying the thin ropes around Shinjuurou's body. She doesn't ask any questions, doesn't negotiate with him, just does whatever she wants. There's a certain asymmetry to whatever she does, as if she knows the perfect pattern and is deliberately refraining from it.

"I'll take it slow tonight," she says, and Shinjuurou nods. He can hardly do anything else when he's caught in Inga's wake - going against her flow would mean death, death would mean setting her loose on the world. He murmurs a thank-you to her, avoiding words like "mistress" or "ma'am" or "master". None of those capture their relationship, and attempting to put words to it would only cheapen what they have.

"An offering as beautiful as this should be savoured," she says, and Shinjuurou whines, low and soft, from the bottom of his throat. He doesn't arch up into Inga's touch, doesn't do anything to hasten the pace, just lies there and accepts the things that she says about him, even if he thinks that calling him beautiful is an outright lie.

"I suppose you'll need some help with the savouring," she murmurs, and ties a long, flat ribbon around his cock. Its ends tickle against his skin, and he can't come with it in place, and his whole body relaxes as he surrenders to whatever Inga has in mind.

When she next calls him beautiful, Shinjuurou isn't in any condition to think.