Done With Love so You Can't Hurt Tomorrow

Liana grinned, but felt bad that she had worried Javan. “I already did but I will again. I promise the dirt is contained to the knees of my jeans.” She made her way to a hand washing sink and scrubbed her hands again, even checking herself over to make sure she wasn’t tracking dirt anywhere.

“Good. You can’t be too careful when it comes to this and I don’t want you poisoning yourself on my excellent food. Go ahead and take a seat so I can serve you up while you tell me about your day.”

“I think it goes something like… la da dum la la la or maybe it was la la dee dum la da dum…” Daisy’s voice trailed off a little as she hummed the tune again, trying to remember.  “But basically that song has been stuck in my head all week and I can’t remember how it really goes or who sings it and it’s driving me nuts!”

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Javan looked over at Daisy with amusement. “I’ve got a pretty broad music knowledge, and I’ve got no idea what song you’re talking about. You don’t even have a handful of words to help out?”

“Oh I think he’s quite aware of how good of a cook he is,” Asa challenged with a pleased grin. “Perhaps… occasionally insecure, but regardless. Previous Incarnations though? Is this something you’ve been working on some time then?”

“I’ve always tinkering with one idea or another at some point, if only because I get bored if I eat the same thing too many days in a row and then I start haunting the grocery aisle for the strangest ingredients around. Luckily, this isn’t one of those back of the cupboard creations.”

“Then lucky me,” Aoife smirked as she moved over to the nearest seat and sat down.  “Do I get to know in advance what it is?”

“Where’s the fun in that? Aren’t you interested in a little bit of adventure?” He enjoyed spending time with Aoife, and he couldn’t resist taking the chance to tease her a bit.

“Really?” Jae asked. “Then it’s a very lucky day for me.” He hadn’t been to the restaurant in some time, so he’d thought to come get dinner. “What have you made today?” 

“It’s a new take on a grilled chicken sandwich which happened after I raided the spice section of that new Asian market that opened up a few blocks away. So hopefully I haven’t managed to commit some terrible sin by combining spices that I shouldn’t have.”

“Damn, it does sound like I’m just in time,” Morgan replied, easily matching Javan’s banter.  Whether he knew or remembered that she was coming in at this time or he somehow became psychic, Morgan had to laugh.  Pulling up on a barstool and setting her stuff down beside her, the submissive watched the Dominant put the finishing touches on whatever he was working on.  “Oh, hell, that smells amazing, Javan.”

Javan chuckled as he sprinkled a pinch of basil over everything. “You sound so mad you have to admit that, Morgan. Luckily I’m too proud of this to poison it just to spite you.” Besides, Morgan was bound to need some real sustenance in her system the way she abused it constantly with all of the coffee she drank.

“Um, it was a mixer of sorts for the disabled queer community.” Rory shared after several moments of silence where she worked to piece together the question on the man’s lips. “I’m deaf.” She then opted to share, signing the word for ‘deaf’ as she spoke. And while she stopped viewing her deafness as a disability a long time ago, it was still technically considered a disability by most legal standards. 

“Let me know if I need to repeat anything,” Javan said, making sure he was facing the woman fully. The only signs he knew were the kind that came up often in a bar which came up a lot less in the outside world. “Did you have a good time at the mixer?”

Remi shook her head, “At least the finished product is good, and for the record, I will be a willing test taster if you ever need one.” She smirked and shook her head at his question, You would be surprised at the things I find, or maybe you wouldn’t.” She chuckled, “People have some interesting kinks, that is all I am going to say on that.” 

Chuckling and shaking his head, Javan plated up the upscale chicken cordon bleu he’d been working on and drizzled it with a white wine foam he’d made instead of the traditional sauce. “Well, you can tell me what you think of this. Perhaps with enough food you can tell me about some of the most interesting things from today.”

Remi walked in and took a seat at the counter, “Come on, you know your food is always good.” She smiled and slung her bag on the floor, “Yeah, and I am exhausted. I don’t know how people mess up a room so bad, but I guess if you clean rooms at a hotel with a brothel, there is nothing off-limits.” She chuckled.

“Believe me, it’s not always good. But I’ve usually worked out the worst of the kinks by the time anyone else but me is eating it. But sorry to hear about that. Anything exciting get left behind this time?” Giving it a quick taste, he sprinkled a bit more salt over it and gave it a few stirs to integrate the seasoning. 

The weather truly was quite lovely. It was a gorgeous day out in Vannes, the perfect sort of day to start off the month of June. Sunny skies. Just the right amount of cloud coverage. Not too hot, not too cold… “Oh the weather’s been quite perfect thus far, Sir. Perfect to kick off Pride Month; and perfect for a stroll downtown.” While she’d already gotten in a decent amount of steps between the event and the bus stop, the submissive was already planning on venturing to the park later, after she went home and changed into something more practical, to go on a much longer stroll, take in the fresh air and all the scenery. 

“Ah, so Pride Month is the reason you’ve decided to come down and grace us with your presence. What event were you at? I’ve gotten a little distant from all of it in the last few years - but that’s more from an abundance of work than a lack of interest.” He still remembered those heady mildly rebellious days of his teenage years when he snuck out of the house to attend different events, but these days he was usually working and more than happy to feed the revelers. 

“You sound like Maxim there,” Asa joked, shrugging off a light jacket he wore from the rain. “Hopefully you’re trying some too? Or am I the only guinea pig here?”

“That’s because Maxim is both sensible and distrusting of his skills at times. I still have to prove to myself that my tastes left university behind once in awhile,” Javan said, cheerfully making fun of himself. “But I’ll have a little bit to see how it compares to the previous incarnations.”

Liana grinned at the way Javan stayed focused on his work. “Thank goodness. I’m starved, Sir. Positively withering away.” She had been working all day which was probably evident from the dirt on the knees of her jeans and the way her hair barely stayed tamed in her ponytail, but she didn’t think he would mind.

Javan looked over at the voice and winced reflexively. “Wash your hands before you come any further into this kitchen. Aren’t you supposed to do all of the design side and leave the dirt to contractors or some such?” Not that she looked like she was tracking too much dirt in, but it was still a kitchen.

Remi was just leaving work after a long day, and she got completely turned around. She walked into a room and smiled seeing she stumbled in the kitchen. “Hi…” She smiled seeing he didn’t even turn around, “I don’t ever turn down a chance to taste good food.” 

At the familiar voice, Javan tossed a grin over his shoulder. “I’d reserve judgement on the good just in case, but I doubt it’s going to be bad. Just getting off work?”

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Honestly, Rory didn’t care if anyone thought she looked ridiculous. She stopped caring how others viewed her a long, long time ago. Her rainbow unicorn fairy costume had made plenty of people smile thus far; and she’d already received dozens of compliments from individuals of all ages. Plus she’d just come from the first of many Pride Month events; and nothing could dampen her spirit. As she continued down the street in the direction of the bus stop, she caught someone’s gaze and offered them a warm smile. “Lovely weather we’re having, yeah?” 

Javan looked over in surprise at the friendly offering and had to grin in response to the sweet looking submissive. “I was going to say yes, but I didn’t realize I was going to be running into a fairy unicorn today. In that case the weather had better be lovely to suit you.”

When Javan heard the door open, he didn’t look up from the pan on the stove. “You’re just in time. I’ve almost finished this and I need a taste tester.”

Camille nodded, the night was drawing to a close but she wasn’t really in the right mood now for anything.  “Okay, you can text me next time you have an early finish and we can do food and sex,” she agreed, emphasising the text me part.  She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, “I’m going to go finish my drink now.”