Monday Night: 42 Unicorn

[mylandmyrules]

Today was definitely a fried chicken kind of day, and Nell was pretty good at that if she did say so herself. That meant she had to make mashed potatoes and biscuits and gravy and zucchini fritters with cheese. Obviously.

There was more than enough to feed herself and Gladio as well as anyone else who might happen to stop by.

She had some quiet non-holiday music on as she fiddled around with all the last minute things, occasionally slipping a tiny bit of something to the cats - and a larger bit of something to Gladio, should he wander into the kitchen.



[There's more than enough should anyone randomly smell the fried chicken and invite themselves over.]

Comments

[mylandmyrules]

Nell laughed and kissed him back before dipping her wet fingers down the back of his collar and slipping out of reach.

"There's a homemade ranch dip in the frig or I can make up a little cheese sauce," she suggested. "Which do you think would be better?"

[sword_chocobro]

"The one you already made," Gladio answered, without a moment's hesitation, and if she thought she could get away that easily after a stunt like that, well, boy, did he have news for her! Because he was going to reach out for Nell to pull her right back in. "Which means less work for you and more time for me to do more of this."

And that would be him pulling her in for another kiss, this one clearly intent on disrupting any sense of productivity she might have had for a good chunk of time.

[mylandmyrules]

Luckily for Gladio there was nothing that was going to catch on fire or be ruined by Nell's prolonged distraction because he certainly was successful in his aim. Her arms went around him as she went up on her tiptoes, arcing into him as she kissed him back with no other thought in her head except for him.

After a very, very long moment, she pulled away enough to catch her breath for a moment. Then with a twinkle in her eye she leaned back in. "More," she said and kissed him.

[sword_chocobro]

And this was, really, simply more proof that Gladio just shouldn't be allowed in kitchens.

Not that he was letting any notions of upset dinner plans stop him. That twinkle in Nell's eyes was reflected back at her in Gladio's warm amber ones as he took that break to grin and give her a dedicated, rumbling "Yes, ma'am" before leaning into the next kiss a little more to make it easier to just pick her right up.

It took a moment, to find a good spot on the counter to move to, long enough that he wondered if it was even necessary. He could probably do this holding Nell all day. But he did eventually get them there.

[mylandmyrules]

Nell was very neat, cleaning up after herself as she cooked, so there certainly was a clean stretch of counter, though she was careful to keep a hand free to move anything out of the way that might be problematic. Once actually on the counter, though, she let her hand travel up the nape of Gladio's neck and into his hair to hold him even closer, while her legs wrapped firmly around his waist.

Dinner could wait. Fried chicken was good cold, too.

[sword_chocobro]

Now, watch, this would be just the week for the Argentums to find time to start swinging around on Mondays to visit again...

Of course, thoughts like that were very clearly the furthest thing from Gladio's mind at that moment. Not with Nell all wrapped around him with her hands in his hair, and his hands sliding from her back, now that she was secure, to cup her face as he kissed her back with a much different kind of hunger than he'd walked in with, but no less voracious.

[mylandmyrules]

If the Argentums showed up hopefully they'd be smart enough to turn right around and leave. Quietly.

But that was not anywhere near the forefront of Nell's mind either. Everything was Gladio. His hands, the heat of him, his mouth...

Was he wearing a shirt? Well, if he had been, he wouldn't be for long. She needed her hands on his skin, needed to feel him against her. Her top needed to come off. Now.