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cosmichobi · 6 years

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memories of last night (m)

in which you show namjoon that you are impossible to forget

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Opening the door to a less-than-sober Namjoon was far from an everyday occurrence for you.

“What the fuck? You’re not Hoseok.”

“You’re right, Namjoon. I’m tired.” His lips fell into a frown as he narrowed his eyes at you. Had you not been so exasperated, you might have laughed. You wondered if it was worth telling him that he literally lived opposite you, you weren’t sure if his drunk brain was ready to process that information. “If I let you in, will you get that stupid look off your face and go to sleep?”

He nodded earnestly. To his surprise, you moved to the side and allowed him to enter your apartment.

“What the fuck? You’re not Hoseok.” Namjoon’s voice was groggy, his eyes blinking rapidly as he took in the sight of you. You, on the other hand, were far more alert, and far less willing to have this conversation.

“We had this conversation last night.”

“What happened last night?”

“Oh come on, you weren’t that drunk.” In one swift movement you lifted the covers and forced yourself out of bed. It was only once the shower started running that he realised where you had went. As you showered, Namjoon racked his brains to try and figure out what the hell had happened the night before. He remembered the music, he remembered downing some godawful shots. He had made his own way back to the apartment complex, and he especially remembered the taxi driver being annoyed at him for not shutting the hell up the whole journey.

Then he remembered you opening your door, dressed in only a vest and shorts that, as much as they tried, didn’t cover much.

He gasped when he came to what must have been the only conclusion.

He couldn’t believe he had slept with you.

Correction, he couldn’t believe he had slept with you and didn’t remember it.

This was a lot to take in, and the sun shining mercilessly through the curtains was only adding to his pounding headache. He turned to your bedside table, and began to search for some painkillers. He pulled the first drawer, only to find bras and underwear. He pulled the second drawer, where he found some condoms and … oh. He’d watched enough porn to know what a vibrator looked like.

He shook his head, deciding it would probably be better to try your kitchen. He didn’t actually have any luck there, either, but at least you had food.

Once you had finished in the shower and gotten dressed, you made your way into your kitchen. The first thing you noticed was the smell of toast, and the second thing you noticed was Namjoon sat at your counter, eating said toast. He paused mid-chew.

“I mean, yeah, sure, just eat my food. That’s cool.” You shrugged. Namjoon wasn’t sure if he had broken some unwritten rule. Sure, people don’t usually feed their one night stands (or at least he didn’t think they did – he had no experience in the field himself), but he wasn’t eating the toast as some guy you’d fucked the night before, he was eating the toast as your friend.

“You have good taste in bread.” You narrowed your eyes at him, he was acting even weirder than usual. Namjoon was an endearingly-awkward guy in general, which was what drew you to him in the first place, but there was something off about him this morning. It wasn’t the fact he was hungover, either. “Can we forget I said that?”

“Forgotten.” You reached into the top cupboard and pulled out a cereal bar. Namjoon tore his eyes away from you, pretending he hadn’t noticed your shirt ride up. “Are we still on for tomorrow, though?”

“W-What?”

“You said you’d help me study for the test.” Namjoon breathed what seemed to be a sigh of relief, though you’re not sure what could possibly have made him react that way. You cocked your head to the side, slowing chewing on the cereal bar. “Why are you acting weirder than usual today?” He shook his head before you could even finish asking the question.

“I’m not acting weird. I’m fine.” He grabbed his plate, stood up, and began to walk away. “Hey, thanks for breakfast, I’ll see you tomorrow. Have a nice day!” He was quick to shut the door behind him, leaving you alone and confused.

You at least hoped he was going to give you your plate back.

The knock on your door came right when you expected it to, at a few minutes past the hour. Namjoon was never exactly on time, but you couldn’t really say he was late. His face perked up when you opened the door, lips pressed together in an unassuming smile.

“Hey.” He followed you into your apartment, noting your choice of attire – a thin shirt and those short shorts again. He wondered if you were cold, and the sight of your nipples poking against the material gave him the answer.

“I’ve already got my books in the main room, but we could go to the bedroom if you want.” You suggested, remembering from your last study-session that he preferred to be in the comfort of a bedroom. Something about the bedsheets making him feel more at home, or something silly like that.

“The main room’s fine.” He gulped, the fingers on his right hand tapping against the back of his neck. You had to tell him to sit down, for he was awkwardly stood in place in the main room. Clearly, there was still something bothering him, as he had never missed a chance to make himself comfortable. When you returned from the kitchen, two water glasses in hand, you joined him on the couch. He jumped at the contact between your arms, surprised at the warmth and softness of your skin. He cleared his throat before he began, and tried his best simultaneously to clear his head.

As he spoke, explaining a particularly difficult part of the course, you reached over to grab your glass of water from the side table next to his end of the sofa. In doing so, your breast brushed against his arm, the satin of your top the only thing separating you. He, embarrassingly, had spent a lot of time trying to remember what it was like to be with you, but he couldn’t conjure up a single image. The subtle touch of your breast against his arm didn’t make the memories come flooding back, but it certainly spark a reaction within him. Heat pricked his neck, and he tapped his fingers against his thigh.

“Sorry, don’t mind me.” You took a sip of the water, looking at him expectantly. You waited for him to start talking again, but when he did, he said something you never in a million years expected him to.

“I’ve never had a one-night stand before, okay?!” Your face contorted in ultimate confusion. A math equation could show up in your test and that wouldn’t throw you off nearly as much as his statement just did.

“What the fuck has that got to do with this?”

“Why are we both sat here pretending nothing happened the other night? Is that normal? Is that what people do after one-night stands?” There was a pause after his outburst, and Namjoon feared what you might say. You set your glass of water onto the ground, processing what he’d just said.

You burst out laughing when the pieces clicked together.

You wanted to tell him that no, that isn’t what happened, but you couldn’t stop laughing. Every time you tried to compose yourself, you ended up laughing even harder. His face had begun to go red, and you felt bad. Putting a hand on the arm of the chair, you controlled your breathing. When you turned to him, you were completely serious.

“You think if you had sex me you’d forget it?”

“I’d hope not, but – wait. What?”

“We didn’t do anything, we just shared a bed. You fell asleep straight away.” There was even more heat underneath Namjoon’s skin, the news somehow increasing his embarrassment. You put a hand on his forearm, inching closer to him. Deciding to have some fun with it, you put a finger under his chin and made sure his eyes were on you. “If I were gonna have sex with you, I’d make sure you were stone-cold sober, because I’d want you to remember every last bit of it.”

He didn’t dare take his eyes off you. His lips were slightly parted, you noticed, but he wasn’t saying anything. His chest rose up and down slowly, and in the seconds that passed, you wondered what he would do. Would he kiss you, like you wanted him to, or would he cower away? His eyes trailed down to your lips, and he swallowed.

“Do it.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, but he was quick to adhere to your command. Cupping the side of your face with one hand, he brought his lips down to yours. The kiss was hesitant at first, as you expected it to be, but you took the upper hand in deepening it. You pulled away, bringing your lips close to his ear. They gently brushed against his earlobe when you spoke, and he had to bite back a groan. “Let’s go to my room, it’s way more fun in there.”

As soon as you made it into the room, your lips were on each others. He was sat on the bed, feet firmly on the ground while you straddled him, kissing him more fervently, feeding in to your cravings. You always thought Namjoon was sexy – he was intelligent, tall, and you loved his voice – but you had no idea how badly you wanted him until now. You felt him get harder beneath you as you grinded on his lap, he was big – you could tell. Your core throbbed just at the thought of having him inside you.

Namjoon hands were pressed firmly on your waist, your kisses more aggressive than any he’d received before. He was loving it, though, the way you sucked against his lip, and the way you playfully bit it – it was everything he wanted and more. When his elbow knocked against your bedside table, he suddenly remembered something.

“Your vibrator.” You paused, looking down at him. “Would you like me to use your vibrator on you?” Dumbfounded, you nodded. You watched as he reached in to the second drawer and pulled out your vibrator.

“H-how the hell did you know where it was?” His face dropped as he remembered that this wasn’t public information. Heat settled on his face once more.

“Oh,” he breathed. “I was looking for painkillers when I woke up yesterday and I came across it.” He was worried that he had just killed the mood completely, but instead, you pulled him into another kiss.

“You’re so fucking cute.” With that vibrator in his hand, he became powerful. He instructed for you to lay back and take your clothes off, removing his own shirt off as you complied. His lips curled upwards when you removed your shirt – he knew you weren’t wearing a bra. With a click, the vibrator buzzed gently. You were experienced enough to know that it was on the lowest power level, but it was still enough to make you giggle when he traced it down your stomach.

You bit your lip in anticipation as you watched him. He looked up at you right before pressing the vibrator against your clit, not taking his eyes off you. You didn’t want to break the eye contact, but you involuntarily threw your head back at the sensations. They were light sensations, not ripping through you, but rather gently spreading among your abdomen, with your feet beginning to tingle. It was nice enough to make you feel good, but subdued enough to have you wanting more.

“You like it?” He asks, and you’re about to breathe out an answer to his question when he turned it up to the next power level. It was so unexpected it forced you to yell out, and this seemed to amuse him. He began to twist it against your clit, your toes curled in response and you were pretty sure you could actually see stars. You had lost control of your hips, they grinded against the vibrator persistently. “Be as loud as you want, let me hear you.” Your moans, a mixture of loud, breathy and desperate, had him fighting the urge to reach into his boxers and start stroking himself.

“Make me cum, please make me cum.” You whimpered. Namjoon’s free hand had been gripping your thigh, but he released you from his grip in order to bring you even more pleasure. He slid two fingers inside you, pumping in and out whilst continuing to play with your clit with the vibrator.

“You’re so wet, shit.” He couldn’t believe that he had this much of an effect on you, and it drove him crazy. “I know you want to cum on my fingers, don’t you?” A high-pitched agreement came from your throat, you barely recognised your own voice. “Do it.” He commanded. Almost immediately, you came undone all on his fingers, just like he told you to.

“Fuck.” You breathed, looking up at him whilst you panted.

“That was so fucking hot.” He seemed almost as out of breath as you were. “I’m so hard right now, shit.” His words motivated you to beckon him over, and you pulled his trousers down. His bulge was pressed hard against his boxers, and you decided to free him. Your eyes widened at the size before you ran your tongue against your lower lip. “I need to fuck you. God, I need to fuck you right now.”

“Well,” you began to run your hand up and down his length as his breathing got even shallower. “If you know where my vibrator is, I’m sure you know where the condoms are.” He hissed when your thumb rubbed over the tip of penis, his thoughts clouded with lust. “Tell me where the condoms are, and I’ll get them.”

“Fuck.” He exhaled deeply, focusing on the way you made him feel. Satisfied that he was completely under your control, you scooted back and lowered your head. You dragged your tongue against his length, painfully slowly. “Oh, fuck.”

“That’s not the answer.” You crooned, now swirling your tongue against his head.

“T-They’re in the-” he stopped to groan when you took him in completely, his penis disappearing into the moist warmth of your mouth. He felt like he levitated above air at the feeling of your tongue against him. He almost exploded right then and there when you looked up at him with teasingly innocent eyes, as if you weren’t doing anything wrong. “Oh my God, Y/N.” You pulled away from his dick, not breaking eye contact with him.

“Where are they?” you asked again.

“In th-the second drawer.” He answered. “The same place you put the vibrator.” He had no idea how he conjured up the strength to speak, all he could think about was being inside you. Had you still been around him, he would have shot his cum into your mouth by now, you were that good.

“Smart boy.” You pulled open the second drawer and pulled out a condom. Instructing him to lie back, in the same position you were in when he had used the vibrator on you, you rolled the condom onto him. You sank down onto him, guiding his hands to your ass as his head immediately lolled back.

“So tight, so fucking tight.” His grip was getting stronger, and you knew he’d leave marks. A hand pulled away and came down even harder as he spanked one of your ass cheeks.

“Harder!” you instructed as you bounced on him. He spanked you again, much harder this time, and you squealed in appreciation. Namjoon looked at you through hooded eyes, not believing that he had you riding him. You felt incredible, better than anything he’d experienced before.

“You’re so fucking perfect, I can’t handle it.” You began to go faster, and his hands were no longer on your ass. Instead, they hovered around your cheeks as he just watched you in amazement. He had no control over the moans and expletives coming out of his mouth, the pleasure had overtaken him completely. You grinned at the fact you had reduced this man to the moaning mess in front of you.

“Do I feel good, Namjoon? Am I riding you the way you like it?” In response, he lifted you off of him.

“I can’t cum yet, I don’t want to.” He shook his head. He wanted to enjoy this for as long as he could – he wasn’t sure the two of you would ever do this again. He asked you to get on your knees, and you did so. He entered you again, fucking you from behind this time. He was spanking you again, and every time he did you would tighten around him, making him grunt loudly.

“I’m close again, please make me cum again.” you whimpered, feeling the familiar heat soaring through your body. Namjoon grabbed the vibrator that had become afterthought, pulled you up and reached around you to place it on your clit. He trailed wet kisses up your neck and gently bit your earlobe as he turned it up to the highest power level. You screamed when you came, writhing against him. The vibrator fell out of his hand as your tightness brought him to the brink.

You bent over once more as he picked up the pace, arching your back to give him even more pleasure. Fuck, how were you this sexy? He knew when he came it was going to be a massive load, nobody had ever made him feel so good before. He muttered a soft ‘yes’, repeating your name over and over as his fingers gripped around your waist and he slammed into you unforgivingly.

“I’m gonna – shit!” he couldn’t even finish the announcement, for a few bounces of your ass brought him over the edge completely. With a loud cry, his cum filled the condom. He held you in place whilst he twitched inside of you, pulling out when he was finished. You rolled onto your back, beginning to giggle.

“Think you’ll ever forget that?” you asked.

“Hell no.”

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words-and-fangirling-wonder · 7 years

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T is for Temperature

Eustass Kid Week 2017 Day 4! Yay!

This one is half from Kid’s perspective and half from Law’s, and if I’m being honest it got away from me a little so it ended up only being somewhat related to the prompt, but here you go!

Author: fangirlwonder (WordsandWonder on AO3)

Pairing: Kid/Law

Prompt: Temperature

Rating: Teen

Sadly this one is not fully beta’d, but @fitgirlfaith24 still did her best to help me through the writing process despite being stricken down by the plague.

Sleeping in strange places always made Kid feel hungover. Didn’t matter if he was stone-cold sober when he went to bed, if he was sleeping in an unfamiliar place he would wake up with a fuzzy, achy head, an uneasy stomach, and a general sense of confusion. But when the first rays of morning light filtered through the curtains and danced on Law’s peaceful, sleeping face, Kid didn’t feel any of those things. Well, maybe a little bit of a headache, but hey, nothing like what he was expecting.

He slipped out of the incredibly comfortable bed as gently as he could and took a quick shower, trying to be as quiet as possible. As far as he knew Law didn’t need to be anywhere today, and he wanted the man to actually get some rest, maybe lessen those dark circles that seemed permanently etched under his eyes. He knew from all his conversations with Law over the past three weeks that he suffered from insomnia and a full night’s sleep was a rarity for him. Kid grinned. He must have done a pretty good job last night, then.

Still being quiet, he dressed in just his boxers. He was going to steal a pair of sweatpants from the surgeon to wear for the morning, but he couldn’t find a pair loose enough to accommodate his significantly larger leg muscles. He shivered and frowned at his jeans from the night before, not wanting to wear them. Usually he ran hot, but this morning he was uncomfortably chilled and he wanted more than his boxers. The obvious solution would be wearing pants and a shirt, but that sounded like far too much work. He padded out into the living room in just his boxers, and grabbed a blanket off the couch to wrap around his shoulders. The soft material felt nice against his bare skin, and he sighed as he tugged it closer before making his way to the kitchen Law had mentioned so dismissively the night before.

“The kitchen is over there but I really only use it for making coffee,” he had said.

Looking around the spacious room, furnished with state of the art, top quality appliances and other kitchen accessories, Kid found it hard to believe it was just a convenient place to make coffee. This kitchen was a chef’s wet dream! Kid wouldn’t really call himself much of a cook, but he knew how to make the basics and he sometimes found the act of cooking to be relaxing, so he could appreciate quality kitchenware when he saw it. And standing in Trafalgar’s apartment, he was completely surrounded by it.

“Just coffee? Nah, no one has this nice a kitchen and doesn’t use it,” Kid muttered to himself, going to the fridge and pulling it open. He had expected to be greeted by rows of neatly organized fruits and vegetables and other healthy stuff. Law was a doctor after all. He had to care about eating right, didn’t he? But instead of well-stocked shelves, Kid was faced with a couple boxes of leftover take-out, about two thirds of a bottle of red wine, a carton of orange juice that probably only had about a swig or two left in it, and six bags of gourmet coffee.

“Sorry I don’t really have much.” Law’s voice, still gravelly from sleep, right behind him made Kid jump and whirl around, feeling guilty for a moment, like he’d been caught snooping. The sight before him very quickly chased that feeling away, though. Because as it turned out, Law Trafalgar in the morning was a sight to behold.

His usually disheveled hair was even more rumpled and stuck up in odd places all over his head. His eyes were narrowed against the brightness of the sun coming from his picture window, but the morning light caught the gold of his eyes and made them sparkle in a way Kid hadn’t seen before, even as his pupils dilated when he took in the sight of Kid in just his boxers and a blanket. A slight smirk quirked up the corners of his lips, and Kid noticed the bags under his eyes and the stress lines he inevitably developed over the course of his day were missing. Overall he just looked … softer.

And then of course, there was the fact that he was standing there in Kid’s shirt, and the jury was still out whether or not there was anything underneath it.

“Like I said, I really just use this for coffee. And storing leftovers,” Law continued, seemingly oblivious to the fact that he was being marveled at. “There might be some cereal? Luffy always brings Lucky Charms when he comes over and he never takes them home. I think he thinks he’s sneakily feeding me, but I don’t eat that stuff.”

Kid bristled for a moment. Who the fuck was Luffy and why was he trying to feed Law? If Law was hungry Kid could feed him just fine thank you very much.

“Luffy is Ace’s brother,” Law reminded, noticing the sudden tightness in Kid’s jaw. “My friend Ace? The firefighter?”

Oh, now Kid remembered. “Isn’t that Luffy kid like twelve or something?”

Law flashed him a knowing half smile. “Nineteen.”

“He come over a lot?”

“Yes, and it’s extremely bothersome. Now, why don’t we get off the topic of Luffy and back to what I want to do with the attractive, mostly naked redhead in my kitchen? I would far rather talk about that.”

Kid smirked and sidled closer to Law, momentary jealousy forgotten as he pushed the fridge door shut with his heel. Law immediately slipped his hands into Kid’s still damp hair and tugged him down for a slow kiss.

“Good morning, Eustass.”

“Morning, Law.”

They kissed again, leisurely. Neither of them were in any kind of hurry this morning, they were just enjoying holding each other. It felt really natural and domestic and that was … weirdly nice.

Law pulled away with a slight frown. “Eustass, you’re very hot.”

‘So much for unhurried,” Kid thought. Not that he was complaining. If Law was up for another round he could certainly get there too.

“Well thanks, doc. You are too,” he rumbled, hooking a hand around Law’s waist.

The doctor pushed his hand away gently but firmly. “Ah, well, thank you, and you are, but that’s actually not what I meant this time. I meant you are warm. As in your body temperature is high. Concerningly so. Have a seat, Eustass. I’m going to get my bag.”

Kid groaned but sat down obediently. He wasn’t sick. He never got sick. If dating a doctor meant getting a damn check-up every time he had the slightest symptoms, then maybe … nah, he’d still date Law. He was worth it.

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The doctor frowned at the brown paper bags in his arms, wondering for perhaps the millionth time why he was doing this. Point one, he spent more than enough of his time taking care of sick people at work. Did he really need to be playing nurse in his free time, too? Point two, he really shouldn’t risk getting sick as well. Point three, he had not been invited here, and they certainly weren’t at the “open invitation” stage of whatever this relationship was. And point four (perhaps the most important point), he didn’t actually know how to cook. Anything. At all.

But here he was, tired and sore from a stressful shift at the hospital, knocking on the door of one Eustass Kid with a load of fresh groceries and some over-the-counter medications he knew the man was missing.

Kid’s roommate, Killer if Law remembered correctly, opened the door and seemed surprised to see the doctor. “Kid’s sleeping,” he said in lieu of actual greeting.

“Good. That’s what he should be doing, as much as he can,” Law replied curtly. “May I come in? I brought some supplies.”

“I don’t know if he’s really up for …” Killer trailed off as the tattooed man waltzed past him anyway, headed for the kitchen.

Law set the bags on the counter and stared at the stove as if it would magically instruct him in the art of making chicken soup. When that (predictably) failed, he fished his phone out of his pocket and pulled up the recipe he’d found for “Quick and Easy Chicken Noodle Soup” and scanned it for where to begin.

“Mr. Killer?” he called. “Where might I find a … large pot?”

The man raised his eyebrows. “Why, what are you doing?”

Law sighed. “I am making “Quick and Easy Chicken Noodle Soup” and I require a large pot.”

“Yeah,” Killer agreed, looking through the bags of ingredients. “And a knife, and a cutting board, and a skillet too, looks like.”

“No, the recipe just says a large pot,” the surgeon insisted, turning his phone so Killer could see the screen.

“Well, yeah, but you see how it says you need a chopped onion and chopped celery and half a pound of chopped, cooked chicken? You have to do that part yourself, so you need a knife and a cutting board. And a skillet to cook the chicken in, because you bought the raw stuff instead of that pre-cooked crap. Good call, on that, by the way.”

“Ah, yes,” Law muttered, turning away to hide the slight flush to his cheeks. Because yes, he definitely bought the raw chicken instead of pre-cooked because it would taste better and be more nutritious, and not because he misread the recipe. “So then do you have a cutting board, knife, skillet and a large pot?”

“Yeah, right here.” The blonde man set out the necessary items and looked at Law quizzically. “I gotta say, doc. You don’t seem the type.”

Law didn’t look up from tying the gaudy “Kiss the Cook” apron he’d found around his waist. “The type for what?”

“For coming over to make someone chicken soup.” Killer silently took the package of chicken from Law and opened it over the sink so the juice didn’t get everywhere before handing it back.

“Well, Eustass is sick, is he not?” the raven-haired asked, cutting the chicken breast directly down the middle.

“Yeah. Uh, it’s easier if you … lemme show you.” Law handed Killer the knife and the man began demonstrating a better way to cut chicken for soup. “He’s still sick. He went in a couple days after you told him he was sick and his doctor gave him an antibiotic, but he didn’t take any until this morning.”

Law shook his head, taking the knife back and mimicking the new cutting technique. “Stubborn bastard. I told him he was going to need an antibiotic.”

“Yeah, but that’s just Kid,” Killer assured. “He wouldn’t have even taken it at all except I … uh …”

Law glanced up at the man, who had begun peeling carrots without being asked. He was blushing slightly. “Except?”

“I told him if he didn’t he was gonna get you sick cuz if you’re as impatient as he’s always saying you probably wouldn’t stay away much longer.” Killer risked a sheepish smile and was surprised to hear Law let out a soft laugh.

“I guess you were right.”

Killer nodded thoughtfully for a moment, then put the half-peeled carrot on the counter. “Look, doc … Maybe it’s not my place, but … You know he … he likes you a lot.”

Law swept the cubed chicken into the skillet Killer had set out and put it on a burner before giving the blonde his full attention. “Is this the part where you tell me if I hurt him you’ll hurt me?” he asked somewhat coldly. He was used to getting this talk, and it never failed to rub him the wrong way.

But rather than a confirmation, Killer let out a quiet snort. “Ha, are you kidding? This is Kid we’re talking about. If you hurt him I’ll probably be too busy holding him back from killing you to do any damage myself. That’s not what I’m saying. It’s just … I’ve never seen him like this about anyone, and I’ve known him since we were kids. He’s seriously into you. So I guess … if you’re just looking for casual … you might … I dunno … you might wanna look elsewhere, is all I’m saying.”

“Your concerns are noted,” Law stated from the sink where he was washing the cutting board and knife. “I’m assuming this conversation is confidential?”

Killer actually paled a bit as he handed him a towel. “Oh shit, yeah. If he found out I said anything, he’d kill me.”

“Then I assume my response is also confidential?”

“Sure.”

Law sighed. “Eustass was supposed to be casual. He’s attractive and flirty and he caught my attention. I don’t really have relationships, and it didn’t seem like that’s what Eustass wanted either. I thought it would be fun, and it has been.” Killer opened his mouth to say something but Law held up a hand. “I am not finished, Mr. Killer. I said Eustass was supposed to be casual. But does this,” he gestured to the mess he was making of the kitchen, “look causal to you? I’m a doctor, but outside of work I’m not the man you call when you’re sick. You were correct, you know. I’m not the ‘show up unannounced to make someone soup’ type. I’m not the guy that is going to check on you when he hasn’t heard from you for a couple days, or worry about how you’re doing. But right now I am here, unannounced, trying to make soup for a sick person because I haven’t heard from him in a couple days and I was worried. So while I appreciate your concern for your friend, I think it’s safe to say that it is unfounded, wouldn’t you?”

Killer blinked at Law, obviously having gotten more of an answer than he expected. Finally he gave a single, decisive nod, and resumed peeling his carrot. The doctor took that for the agreement it was, and began chopping an onion with newfound determination. Killer waited until he was sure the man was completely absorbed in his task before hastily putting some oil in the skillet with the chicken before it burned and sprinkling a little seasoning on it. If the doc wanted to make soup for Kid, the least Killer could do was make sure it tasted good.

Author’s Note: I have never actually made this soup, but this is the recipe I found when I googled “easy chicken soup.”

Quick and Easy Chicken Soup

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