Work Text:
Cooking was something that came naturally to Leone Abbacchio. Sometimes, he wondered why he didn't pursue culinary school instead of law enforcement. As Bruno Bucciarati and Leone Abbacchio have been happily married for over a year now, it's been a while since the two have had their own private dinner date or a date in general. Bruno came home exactly at the same time every night, 8:30 pm. Abbacchio had made an arrangement that the rest of the gang would be staying at the mission apartment for the upcoming mission, but just a bit earlier than planned.
Tomorrow would be Bucciarati's birthday, so Abbacchio wanted to make this dinner special by making his lover's favorite food. Squid ink pasta with scallops. At times, when Leone had made dinner multiple times before, Bruno always suggested that he should open up a restaurant but Abbacchio thought that Bruno only said that as a joke, something to make him feel proud of his cooking. Though Bruno didn't know that Leone was preparing this night for both of them, he would be happy either way, he had been preparing something for Leone for months
Abbacchio had about three hours to make everything once he came back from the store. The house was silent, so he decided to play some music on the stereo. Abbacchio wanted to make a pudding but decided on baking a small cake for Bruno and the rest of the gang to enjoy for later. That would take most of the time, but as he was waiting for that to bake he would start the meal. Prepping the scallops and turning on the stove, place a skillet on top of it, he tied his long lavender hair into a ponytail. Oiling the pan, and hearing a sizzle from the cold scallops to the hot pan, seasoning to Bucciarati's liking and moving on with the squink ink pasta and the sauce. It didn't take long for it all, but everything would be done around the same time. Leone would have to combine the pasta, sauce, and scallops as well as decorate the cake.
Time passed quickly and with the heat of the oven and the stovetop radiating heat, Leone had small beads of sweat across his face. The pasta was finished, and he turned on a fan so that the icing wouldn't melt while he was putting it on the cake. In total, everything would be done on time, in fact about 10 minutes before 8:30. The house door closing shut was heard, and footsteps were coming towards the kitchen. 'What the hell, he actually came home about a half an hour early?' Leone had been watching the time, and it was just about 8:00 almost. With the cake in front of him, half-finished and the smell of seafood filling the room, Bruno couldn't help a smile spreading across his face.
"Amore, what's with all this?" Bruno had set his keys down on the table, walking towards Leone. "Where is everyone? It's quiet." Bruno stepped to his husband, placing a kiss on his lips and looking back to the counter that had everything Abbacchio had prepared, and the half-iced cake. "Considering that this looks amazing, and you have the time to do this..they won't be here tonight." Abbacchio was finishing his work, Bruno was holding his waist from behind him, watching. "Yes, amore. Give me a few minutes, but other than that dinner's ready." Bruno bit down on his own lip, smiling. Dinner really would be not only delicious but exciting as well. He wanted to just blurt out the news to Abbacchio, but it would have to wait. "Of course, I'll get the wine from the cellar."
Abbacchio set the table, placing the warm plates of the pasta down, and getting the wine glasses, napkins, all of that stuff. The two sat down, both somewhat tired from the day, and Bruno spoke first. "Leone...this is wonderful. You know you don't have to do stuff like this," Bruno sipped a bit of his wine, gazing at Abbacchio. "Yes, I know. But I wanted to, and it's your birthday. I wanted to take you on a date, but we've both been so busy. I found an opportunity, and well- here we are. To us, but most importantly to you. You provide the most, Bruno and your heart is open and kind. Happy Birthday, my love" the two raised a glass, toasting, and drinking. It was a comfortable silence, but Bucciarati had let out a soft moan from how good the pasta that Leone made, was. He wasn't sure that he had ever had his favorite dish prepared in any restaurant the same way that Abbacchio had made it. "Abbacchio, amore mio, I have been working harder for the past few months, and it's finally paid off." Bruno continued but paused to take another sip from this glass of wine. "Is that so? Glad to hear it, I thought you were only still having meetings with the other capo's all day." Bruno rolled his eyes slightly. "Well, that sometimes. You know I have to check up on the members under me and their work. Listen, Leone. I'm quite serious about you opening up a restaurant. I think you'd do well. Authentic Italian food- would be popular with the locals as well as the tourists. You'd make good money." Abbacchio looked up from his food, "I'm not sure.. and even if I wanted to- where would I have my restaurant. I'd spend months trying to find a place. And then there are the bills, fees...all of that to deal with when starting." Bruno took his hand, pulled something out of his pocket, which Abbacchio couldn't see before it was placed into his palm. "This is the key to your new restaurant, Leone." Abbacchio's jaw opened, as wide as he thought it could go. He soon inspected the key, closing his mouth now, and looked to his lover. "Bruno- I don't know what to say..." Abbacchio got up from his chair and hugged his husband. Bruno kissed his cheek, "Don't say anything, then. Now, I want this on the chef's favorite menu, do you understand? There isn't a place in all of Italy that can make this dish better than you can, amore. I want the world to know what you can make." Abbacchio was almost in tears, this all was so much. Here he thought that he would be surprising Bruno, but Bruno surprised him as well.
The two finished their dinner, putting leftovers into a container, too full to have dessert which they both gladly saved in the fridge. Abbacchio was washing the dishes, Bruno drying as the wet dishes were being placed on the rack. "I'll dry the last few, go and rest," Abbacchio suggested. Bruno, nodded, drying his hands and sitting on the cleared countertop. "I'll wait for you." He smiled and hiccuped. The two had quite a dinner, drinking a lot of wine; Abbacchio mostly, but Bruno wasn't a heavy drinker. Abbacchio finished, drying his hands as well and smirking at Bruno. "Do you want me to carry you to bed?" Bruno didn't reply, just wrapped his arms around Leone's neck, pulling him in closer. "I missed moments like this," he mumbled as he went to Abbacchio's neck, and undoing his ponytail. "Just the two of us, not a care in the world, enjoying every single moment together..." He couldn't control his hands, they were all over the place. Abbacchio's hands were grabbing Bruno's waist but Bruno's hands were back and forth from touching Leone's chest and his hair. "When I walked in, you still had a glint of sweat on your face, and the way your cheeks turned red when I walked in... reminded me of those nights in our bed when we first started dating," Bruno whispered, scooting in closer to Leone almost falling off of the counter. Abbacchio was blushing, drunk Bruno Bucciarati really was something different. "C'mon. Let's go to bed, Bruno, so we can have another one of those nights." Though Abbacchio did end up having to carry Bruno, he was like a leech. Kissing and such as they made their way to their bedroom.