A/N: Hello all! So, another quick little drabble that was born out of my frustration at trying to learn to cook this past summer. Almost entirely dialogue, and lots and lots of fluff. I seem to be an expert at drabbles and fluff, lol. Anyhow. Enjoy!
"Kid….what on Earth have you gotten yourself into now?"
"Well, I was trying to make pancakes, and then biscuits, and some bacon, and well…things kind of got out of hand."
"I'll say," Bones snorted, casting an eye around the kitchen, surveying the carnage.
"How in the hell did you manage to catch the stove on fire?"
"I'm not sure. I think some of the grease popped out of the pan and caught on fire. Or maybe I had the burner turned up too high. I was too busy trying to stop the beater from flinging batter all over the place."
"Which you clearly failed at doing. There's even some on the cabinets above the stove."
"Well, shit." Jim glanced over to where Bones was looking before sliding to the ground and pulling his knees up to his chest. He stared at the ground, defeated.
"Why were you trying to cook? You know your culinary skills are limited to things from a microwave, sandwiches, and cereal."
"I was just trying to do something to make it up to you…"
"Jim." His voice had softened, but Jim still wouldn't look up. "Jim. It was just a silly fight. I overreacted."
"Nah. You were right. I've been an ass here lately. I can't help myself, sometimes, though. Flirting's in my nature."
A sigh, then Bones was sliding down to sit beside Jim and slip his arm around his shoulders.
"It's okay, kid. I've just got to learn to deal. Ever since Joce…well. I've got baggage, Jim. You knew that going in."
A small smile as Jim tilted his head to rest on Bones' broad shoulder.
"That's okay. I've got baggage too."
"You did not just quote a RENT song."
"Aha! I knew you secretly loved that movie."
"Can it, Jim."
"Whatever. You were totally into it. You know you loved Roger. He's just like you. Grumpy and old."
"And you're just like Mimi; impulsive, young, and stupid."
"I resent that!"
"Did anything survive the wreckage?"
"Uh…I think the bacon made it out okay."
Bones glanced up to the frying pan on the stove, only to find it smoking. He grimaced and looked back down at Jim, who was grinning impishly at him.
"How about we order in tonight?"
"Okay. And Bones?"
"I really am sorry."
"I know Jim. I know."
He placed a soft kiss on top of golden hair before pulling Jim into his lap. They'd order Chinese, or pizza, or maybe even Thai food, despite Bones' severe hatred for it. He could make an exception this one time. After all, who exactly did Jim expect to clean up the kitchen? Bones was going to have to reward him somehow.
Although he could think of several other ways in which he could reward Jim…
But, for now, he was content to simply hold Jim close, relishing the fact that this beautiful man was his, and his alone.
Yeah, he could definitely get used to saying that.