Summary: Fluff over birthday breakfast
Disclaimer: I have absolutely no idea who Lovejoy belongs to, but it's not me.
Author's Notes: This is history – the first fanfiction written for this fandom … at least as far as I know. I can't find a single one on the Internet, and I've tried everywhere. (sigh) FFnet don't even have a category. Oh well. I'm rallying to get one. as such, I doubt many people will be reading this for obvious reasons, but if you do, PLEASE review!
If you like, I'm planning a longer, chaptered piece for the same fandom, with the same pairing. So look out for that. I can't tell you what it's called yet as I only had the idea three days ago.
It was early, and all Charlotte knew was that she was warm and comfortable and someone was singing 'Happy Birthday'.
An eye opened slowly. A very familiar voice was coming from downstairs, and a delicious smell was drifting up the stairs.
There was a sharp rap on the door. "Good morning, Charlotte."
"What are you doing here this early?" Charlotte replied sleepily, not even bothering to open her other eye as the door opened.
"What a greeting," Lovejoy commented with a grin, setting a tray down on her bedside table and leaning over to kiss her.
"Save the flattery. What's this?" She sat up to get a closer look. Blueberry pancakes – her favourite. She didn't even remember telling him she liked them.
"Your special birthday breakfast, made by yours truly. And before you start on the money side, I bought the ingredients myself and the only thing of yours I used was your cooker."
"One: with who's money; and two: my birthday's not till next week, Lovejoy."
"Ah." He grimaced. "I'm pretending it's today because I'm afraid I won't be here next week …"
"What?" Charlotte sat up properly. "You never said anything."
"Well, I was rather hoping I wouldn't have to. I owe Charlie two months' rent and there's a bargain piece Tinker put me on to up in Edinburgh. I wasn't sure if I would have to get it or not because the china dog was supposed to fetch enough, but sadly that wasn't to be. Are you even listening to me?"
"No," Charlotte teased him, waving a fork of fluffy pancake in his face. "These are delicious, Lovejoy."
"A compliment from you? That's a rarity." Charlotte swallowed hurriedly as he leaned in to kiss her again, this time on the lips. "When do you want your birthday present?"
Charlotte smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back, the pancakes forgotten.