by Sylvia A. Winters
Happy belated pancake day / early Valentine’s day! Just a little snippet of my Bestiary boys, Dorian and Evan, post-story. Mild spoilers, but not really.
Dorian eyed Evan over his pancakes. The bastard was eating his way through a whole pile of them; even though he’d been the one to upend the last of the batter over the floor, he wouldn’t share. “It was your batter,” he’d said. “So you should have taken better care of it.”
“Maybe you should have taken better care of yourself before I had to come and rescue you.”
Evan raised an eyebrow at him. “You rescued me? Funny, because that’s not the way I remember it at all. You would have died if it wasn’t for me.”
Dorian glared at him, and Evan chuckled before dropping his gaze and tucking into the pancakes. “Mmm,” he said, making a lot more noise with his knife and fork than was necessary. “Mm, mm, mmm.”
Dorian smiled despite himself, shaking his head as Evan squeezed way too much lemon juice over his next lot. Evan was making a big mistake, Dorian thought to himself. Valentine’s day was just around the corner and two could play at this game. Maybe he’d take the tickets for the planned trip to Italy and rip Evan’s up right under his nose. That’d show him.
He was saved the trouble, however, when Evan sat back in seat, rubbing his stomach, and declared, “I’m full.” He gestured to the plate of probably cold pancakes still sat on the table. “You want these or not?”
Dorian shot him another glare before pulling the plate over and tucking in. As predicted, they were on the cold side, but still pretty damn good. “You’re such an arse,” he muttered through a mouthful of jam-filled pancake.
Evan grinned and leant forward, his face in Dorian’s. “You love it,” he said, and although Dorian would never admit it to Evan, he kind of did.