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A gentle sizzle accompanies a woft of flavour as it permeates the downstairs kitchen. A soft, delicate hand grips a pan tightly, flipping its contents into the air with unrivalled grace. The rotation allows the sugary sweet scent to travel past the room’s open door and up the nearby mahogany staircase, then crawl underneath a small gap between a closed room and the floor to reach its intended recipient.
Theo’s eyes started to blink open, the apothecary stretching out on his bed, one arm raising towards the ceiling before groggily lowering back to his side. Still sleepy, he closes his eyes once more, letting out a groan once he realises he won’t be able to fall back into a peaceful slumber on his day off. Pushing himself into a sitting position and removing the sleepy dust from his eyes, Theo let out an echoing yawn. The noise manages to wake him up, swiftly turning his head to the left, only to be met with an empty space. Millard must be up already, he thought to himself.
Then he noticed the smell.
Theo had to wipe the drool pooling from his mouth, immediately intoxicated by whatever gracious god had allowed such a delight to sneak under his door. Not even bothering to sort himself out, Theo slid off his bed and opened his door, instantly energised by the want to figure out where this aroma was coming from. Following its lure downwards, he peaked around the corner. He was met with the turn of a head, a delightful smile, and a cute little wave.
“Good morning, love,” Millard greeted, “did you sleep well?”
“Yea, I was out like a light,” Theo gave him a smile, moving to stand beside his boyfriend, “whatcha' making?”
“Oh, uh…” Millard looked away, his cheeks dusting themselves a flustered pink, “Well, today is your day off, and I know how hard you’ve been working, so I thought you would like a surprise… And I know how much you like pancakes, so…”
“Aw, Mills, that’s so nice! Thanks a bunch,” Theo beamed, standing on his tiptoes to kiss Millard’s cheek softly, his hand gripping his cape. While Theo was still in his red and black tartan pyjamas, Millard was clad in his usual clerical attire.
“Ah, no need to thank me, just wanted to show that I-”
Millard let out a short, shallow breath as Theo moved his head downwards, leaving small nips against his neck. Millard’s head tilted back involuntarily, his eyes slowly closing, his hands gripping the countertop in front of him. Momentarily pausing to look up at his boyfriend’s reactions, Theo leant back in to run his tongue down his neck, causing a small whimper to escape from Millard. Theo let out a chuckle in response, nuzzling against where he kissed, wrapping his arms tightly around Millard.
“Gods, you’re so cute,” Theo gave Millard another light kiss.
“Th-Theo,” Millard whined in embarrassment.
“Alright, alright, I’ll stop teasing ya,” Theo smirked, “if you come and snuggle with me on the sofa while I eat.”
“I have to finish the food before I can do that,” Millard finally looked back at Theo, letting out a laugh of his own.
“Ah, I’ve been distracting the chef!” Theo let Millard go in fake surprise, holding up his hands in defence, “I’ll wait for the food to be done, just don’t forget our promise!”
“I never promised anything,” Millard commented smugly, turning his attention back to the food, “but alright, just until I have to report to the church for the day.”
“You got it, Mills,” Theo put his thumb up, taking off towards the living area.
Theo’s day off was already perfect.