OOM - distraction Sherral

[runningred]

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After a long shower and some serious sleep, Jay finds his way to room f(x,y). "I come bearing beer." Jay calls, knocking on Sherral's door. Barefoot and relaxed, he looks a hell of a lot better than he did last time Sherral saw him.

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[fluffiest_archadian]

When he comes back, Sherral has pulled on a pair of grey wool trousers, and is staring at the waffle machine with deep, intense, concentration.

[runningred]

Jay comes back looking slightly cleaner and in fresh clothes, balancing several trays. "Tea, coffee, strawberries, cream and something I think is chocolate sauce." Jay grins. "I think the bar's trying to tell us something. Are you winning the battle with the waffle iron?"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"Er, aye," Sherral says, and then because that looks like a lot of trays to balance, strides over to take one from Jay. "What would the Bar be trying to tell us?"

[runningred]

Jay grins and lets Sherral take the tray. "If there's cream and chocolate left over after breakfast, I promise I'll show you."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral nods, a little uncertainly, carrying the tray to the kitchen.

[runningred]

"Tell me if I'm pushing my luck." Jay asks softy. "I know I can be a tease but I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs a little. "No, no, you're not. Don't worry."

[runningred]

"You're hard to read, Sherral." Jay muses, sipping his coffee. "You blush like a first timer and yet you laid me out like a pro."

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral ducks his head, smiling slightly and pouring some tea for himself.

"I'm awkward, what can I say."

[runningred]

"Don't get me wrong, I think it's gorgeous. I just worry I'm going to push too far and you'll toss me out on my ass."

[fluffiest_archadian]

"You don't seem like someone with boundary problems," Sherral says. "I have plenty of confidence that if you push me too far, I can just tell you."

[runningred]

"Glad to hear it." Jay grins, leaning over Sherral's shoulder to see how the waffles are coming.

[fluffiest_archadian]

The first batch are pretty much ready, so Sherral flips them onto a plate and turns his head slightly to give Jay a quick peck on the corner of his mouth.

"Here's yours."

[runningred]

Jay smiles and returns the kiss, doctoring his plate with strawberries before taking a big bite. "Mmm! Thanks. Waffles were the one thing my grandfather could never get right but these are damn good!"

[fluffiest_archadian]

"The ... waffle machine," Sherral squints at it, "did most of the work."

[runningred]

"Then it's very nice of the bar to give you one." He sits on the edge of the table, careful not the get the food anywhere near the maps.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"It's certainly more useful than I was expecting," Sherral notes.

[runningred]

"You don't make yourself waffles every day?" He asks, licking sauce off his fingertips.

[fluffiest_archadian]

"I'm not here every day," Sherral says, serving up his own waffles and moving to sit by Jay. "Most of the time I'm in Rabanastre. And when I am here - no, there's not a lot of waffle-making afoot."

[runningred]

"Too much hard work." He teases, giving Sherral a gentle shoulder bump.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Wryly: "Exactly."

[runningred]

"Ah, so clearly I'm an excuse to blow off some steam." He grins.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Solemnly: "You fulfil that role admirably."

[runningred]

"I do my best." Jay grins, leaning in to brush a smear of cream from Sherral's lips before pulling him into a soft kiss.

[fluffiest_archadian]

Sherral laughs, kissing back.

When they part: "I did, er, 'blow off steam' a fair amount last night. And today. So thank you, for that."