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“Oh! It smells wonderful in here!”
McCoy grinned over the dough he was rolling out.
“Welcome back,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and raising an eyebrow.
“I wasn’t gone that long,” Scotty protested. He was still standing by the kitchen door, pulling off his gloves and hanging up his coat.
“Oh?” McCoy looked around at the batches and batches he’d already finished.
Scotty laughed. “Ok, so maybe I was out there for a bit.” He leaned against the doorframe as he pulled the boots off his feet and left them on the mat.
“Did you get what you wanted done?” McCoy asked, turning back to his dough. He almost had it the thickness he wanted.
“Just a wee bit left. I started to get cold when the sun went down.” Scotty walked around the kitchen island to investigate what McCoy had been baking all afternoon.
“There’s cocoa in that thermos,” McCoy said, indicating with a nod of his head. “I thought you’d want some.”
Scotty grabbed a cookie and made his way to the thermos. He poured some of the cocoa into a mug and breathed in the scent as it steamed.
“You put something in this,” Scotty accused jokingly.
“Maybe,” McCoy grinned. He was pressing various cookie cutters into the dough. He lifted the cut cookies onto the baking sheet next to him.
Scotty watched his love work while he sipped the cocoa. McCoy flipped the oven open and put the baking sheet inside. He turned back to the dough scraps to roll them out again. Scotty admired McCoy’s nimble fingers rolling the dough back into a ball.
He sat his mug back on the counter and crossed over behind McCoy. He wrapped his arms around the doctor from behind causing the man to startle.
“You’re cold!” McCoy exclaimed.
“Warm me up then mo gràdh,” Scotty whispered.
“That’s awful tempting,” McCoy said. He set down the ball of dough and brushed his hands on the apron he was wearing. He turned to face the Scotsman and embraced him back.
McCoy chuckled as he pulled back. “You taste like chocolate.”
“I am very sweet,” Scotty grinned.
McCoy rolled his eyes.
“But not as sweet as you,” Scotty said, moving back in to capture McCoy’s lips.
The oven buzzed a few minutes later and went unnoticed by both men, too engrossed in each other.
“Oh shit! The cookies!” McCoy cried, pulling back, as a burnt smell wafted through the air. He untangled himself from the engineer and reached for a kitchen towel.
Scotty laughed as McCoy pulled the baking sheet out and set it down. McCoy lifted one of the cookies gingerly and looked at its blackened bottom. He frowned.
“At least you’ve already made plenty,” Scotty said.
“This is your fault,” McCoy said with a smile. “If you weren’t so damn endearing…”
“It’s why you love me,” Scotty said, smiling wide.
McCoy shook his head, but he was smiling.