Genesis 125
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Title~ Magician
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 125. Melraan's an idiot X3
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‘I’m back!’ Melraan banged the door closed behind him, resting one hand against the wall as he yanked a boot of with the other.
‘Not yet!’ Aelen’s voice floated in. ‘Come back in ten minutes!’
Melraan paused on one leg and raised his eyebrows in the general direction of the kitchen. ‘You mean I have to put my boots back on again?’
‘Okay fine,’ his wife called back after a pause, ‘but don’t get in the way.’
Melraan grinned and sauntered into the kitchen.
Aelen was stirring something in a saucepan and glancing occasionally over at a pair of juicy steaks sizzling on the grill. She set the saucepan down over the coals and lifted the lid on another pot, releasing a billowing cloud of steam.
The swordsman breathed in deeply. The spicy aromas were rich enough that he could almost taste them already, and his mouth started watering. He sauntered over to the stove, very deliberately wrapping his arms around Aelen’s shoulders and kissing her neck.
‘Lin’s blood, that smells good. How do you do it?’
Aelen slapped his nose with the back of her hand. ‘Usually, without a warrior hanging from my shoulders.’
Melraan shrugged. ‘One of life’s many challenges.’ He watched as her hand flicked out to the spice shelf, looking for barely half a second before falling on the unlabelled jar she was after, then sprinkled an unspecified amount into the sauce she was stirring with her other hand and glanced again at the steaks.
‘Could you take the steaks off, babe?’
‘That’s an excuse to get me off your shoulders, isn’t it?’
‘Pretty much.’ She grinned and slanted him an evil look, then flicked her eyes pointedly at the steaks. ‘Tongs are on the hook.’
‘Yes ma’am.’
He reluctantly let go of his wife, then picked the steaks off the grill and slapped them on the plates. He grabbed a large knife and cut the larger one in two for his wife and daughter as Aelen began pouring the creamy, reddish sauce over his own.
‘How do you do that?’ he asked again.
Aelen looked up at him with a coy grin. ‘How do you do your swordie stuff?’
Melraan shrugged. ‘Good teacher, good practice… I’m just good.’
Aelen rolled her eyes. ‘There you go then.’ She scraped the last of the sauce onto her steak and dropped the saucepan into the washing up water, hefting the heavy bowl of water onto the stove to warm up. ‘Why, do you want to learn to cook for me?’
The swordsman shrugged again, hands in pockets as Aelen spooned the boiled vegetables onto the plates. ‘More for missions. All I know how to do is porridge, and that gets a bit tedious.’
Aelen dumped the pot back on the bench and put her hands on her hips. ‘I’ll teach you to cook if you promise to use some of it at home.’
Melraan raised his eyebrows. ‘If you’re really willing to torture yourself with it, I’m in.’
Author~ Annarti
Disclaimer~ Still mine
Notes~ Genesis 125. Melraan's an idiot X3
‘I’m back!’ Melraan banged the door closed behind him, resting one hand against the wall as he yanked a boot of with the other.
‘Not yet!’ Aelen’s voice floated in. ‘Come back in ten minutes!’
Melraan paused on one leg and raised his eyebrows in the general direction of the kitchen. ‘You mean I have to put my boots back on again?’
‘Okay fine,’ his wife called back after a pause, ‘but don’t get in the way.’
Melraan grinned and sauntered into the kitchen.
Aelen was stirring something in a saucepan and glancing occasionally over at a pair of juicy steaks sizzling on the grill. She set the saucepan down over the coals and lifted the lid on another pot, releasing a billowing cloud of steam.
The swordsman breathed in deeply. The spicy aromas were rich enough that he could almost taste them already, and his mouth started watering. He sauntered over to the stove, very deliberately wrapping his arms around Aelen’s shoulders and kissing her neck.
‘Lin’s blood, that smells good. How do you do it?’
Aelen slapped his nose with the back of her hand. ‘Usually, without a warrior hanging from my shoulders.’
Melraan shrugged. ‘One of life’s many challenges.’ He watched as her hand flicked out to the spice shelf, looking for barely half a second before falling on the unlabelled jar she was after, then sprinkled an unspecified amount into the sauce she was stirring with her other hand and glanced again at the steaks.
‘Could you take the steaks off, babe?’
‘That’s an excuse to get me off your shoulders, isn’t it?’
‘Pretty much.’ She grinned and slanted him an evil look, then flicked her eyes pointedly at the steaks. ‘Tongs are on the hook.’
‘Yes ma’am.’
He reluctantly let go of his wife, then picked the steaks off the grill and slapped them on the plates. He grabbed a large knife and cut the larger one in two for his wife and daughter as Aelen began pouring the creamy, reddish sauce over his own.
‘How do you do that?’ he asked again.
Aelen looked up at him with a coy grin. ‘How do you do your swordie stuff?’
Melraan shrugged. ‘Good teacher, good practice… I’m just good.’
Aelen rolled her eyes. ‘There you go then.’ She scraped the last of the sauce onto her steak and dropped the saucepan into the washing up water, hefting the heavy bowl of water onto the stove to warm up. ‘Why, do you want to learn to cook for me?’
The swordsman shrugged again, hands in pockets as Aelen spooned the boiled vegetables onto the plates. ‘More for missions. All I know how to do is porridge, and that gets a bit tedious.’
Aelen dumped the pot back on the bench and put her hands on her hips. ‘I’ll teach you to cook if you promise to use some of it at home.’
Melraan raised his eyebrows. ‘If you’re really willing to torture yourself with it, I’m in.’