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All your coffee are belong to Gabe!

Location: The Cravat
Time: N/A. (Though for all intents and purposes it is morning.)

This morning, as with many mornings, Gabe's first thought was one word. This one word was 'coffee.' He carefully extricated himself from his and Jeannot's bed, making sure not to wake his love as he did. He left the room quietly and went down the stairs, looking for any new room, hopefully one containing a coffee-maker and some grounds. As luck ((or possibly the BC's inherent MKCSR powers)) would have it, the first room he decided to explore was the kitchen, the coffee-maker on the counter like a gift from G-d. He only had to look through two cupboards before finding the coffee grounds and cups, and he set about making it, humming Chelsea Hotel #2 very loudly to himself. Once done, he sat upon the counter, impatiently watching it percolate.


Jan. 30th, 2007 04:20 am (UTC)
"Due to his well known superexcellent aim - " Holmes began absently, then started. "Why on earth do I keep using that word?"
Jan. 30th, 2007 04:46 am (UTC)
((I am talking to myself, as we appear to be having linear problems again.))

"I'm sure I don't know," Watson said automatically, slightly flustered. "It certainly doesn't sound like you."

Silence reigned for a moment. Holmes said, "Are you going to throw your shoe at me?"

Watson swallowed and shook his head. Holmes indicated the coffee pot, and Watson took a mug, poured himself some, and went to stand near Holmes, although a safe distance.
Jan. 30th, 2007 04:50 am (UTC)
Jeannot shook his head at the two Victorians and slipped an arm around Gabe's waist, enjoying his presence. He leaned up to whisper in Gabe's ear, "They will not be fighting much longer, I think." He glanced over at Watson, giving him an encouraging look.

Suddenly realizing that the two might like some privacy for their dramatic reconciliation scene, Jeannot looked at Holmes, unsure. "We can go somewhere else, if you like," he offered, not very convincingly, as he would like to stay to see what happens, plz, as would Callirhoe.
Jan. 30th, 2007 04:57 am (UTC)
"Oh no," Holmes said innocently. "Not at all. Because, as you know, Watson hasn't an indecent thought in his head."

This made Watson choke on his coffee, so it was really only natural that Holmes reached out to pat him on the back. Oddly enough, however, his hand remained there long after Watson's coughing had subsided.
Jan. 30th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
Gabe had abandoned his coffee to watch the Holmes and Watson show, but Watson's spluttering had reminded him of his own cup, which was woefully empty. He turned away from the two Victorians to refill it, predicting nothing more than an awkward brushing off of Holmes' hand or a stilted exchange of pleasantries.

A very large and very sick part of him wanted very seriously to make popcorn.
Jan. 30th, 2007 05:50 am (UTC)
Jeannot looked over at the coffeepot longingly, remembering that he had yet to have his own mug. He turned to pour himself some of the strong drink as well, and sipped at it, closing his eyes in bliss at the unaccustomedly rich flavor of the hot drink. Content, he opened his eyes again and leaned against the counter next to Gabe, watching the detective and the doctor to see what would happen next.

((Count me in on the popcorn, Gabe. This is better than an o-per-a.))
Jan. 30th, 2007 05:50 am (UTC)
Gabe's expected awkwardness did not come. Instead, Watson made a strangled noise that might have been an apology, but Holmes only shook his head and tightened his grip on his friend's waist. Turning his head to establish eye contact, the detective looked wrly at Watson. "I won't bite you," he assured him sensibly. Watson nodded and shrugged.
Jan. 30th, 2007 06:00 am (UTC)
Jeannot couldn't contain his giggle at Holmes's words ((truly, I say, he is a child)). He looked up at Gabe and put a hand to his neck, feeling the remnants of a bitemark there under his shirt collar. "Perhaps you ought to try it, sometime," he murmured, with a laugh, and reached out to touch Gabe's neck softly, remembering that the cloth of his collar concealed at least one similar mark.
Jan. 30th, 2007 07:25 am (UTC)
Holmes looked at Jeannot, face unreadable, then at Watson, a considering look in his eye. "I shall keep it in mind," he said. If his tone had not been so bitingly sarcastic, it might almost have been flirtatious. But Holmes, Watson was presently fervently reminding himself, did not flirt. Despite the growth in insistence of the hand pressing into the small of his back.
Jan. 31st, 2007 12:50 am (UTC)
"You should," Gabe replied. "Jean knows what he's talking about." He smiled at Jeannot, leaning down to kiss his cheek and then whisper in his ear. "We could hear some of what Watson said, you know," he murmured, nipping at Jeannot's earlobe before pulling away, grinning.
Jan. 31st, 2007 01:23 am (UTC)
Watson choked again, an expression of very real distress on his face. Holmes looked amused for a moment, then remembered that he oughtn't, and caught his friend's eye. Watson was entirely mortified, but Holmes only shook his head ruefully and moved slightly closer to the other man. "I wouldn't worry, if I were you," he murmured, knowing full well that Gabe and Jeannot could hear him, then paused, considering. "Well, actually I would, but you shouldn't." Watson laughed unexpectedly, and Holmes joined in.
Jan. 31st, 2007 03:26 am (UTC)
Jeannot closed his eyes happily at the feeling of Gabe's teeth on his ear, scarcely remembering that there were two Victorians being uncommunicative in the kitchen until he opened his eyes and saw them. Impatient to get to the good part, he reached very obviously over to take Gabe's hand and hold it tight, giving Watson a significant look as he did so. If actions speak louder than words, this one was screaming, "Tell him what you came down here to say!"
Jan. 31st, 2007 05:52 am (UTC)
Watson looked at Jeannot with equal measures terror, anticipation, and pride. "I had rather," he said, dignity winning out once more, "speak with Mr. Holmes privately for a moment."

Holmes's eyebrows were well above his hairline by now. "I approve vigorously of this course of action," he said, his throat going slightly dry.
Jan. 31st, 2007 07:40 am (UTC)
Jeannot gave Watson a smile, encouragingly. "Well, aimé," he said to Gabe, squeezing his hand, "we ought to go..." He trailed off, unsure where else there was to go in this place, really. "Somewhere else," he finished finally, with another glance at Holmes and Watson, hoping that his friend would be able to go through with it.

Thus determined, Jeannot pulled at Gabe's hand, tugging him over to the door. He paused and gave Watson another smile, glancing a bit nervously at Holmes, before exiting the kitchen, fully planning on eavesdropping on the conversation that was sure to get very interesting very soon.
Jan. 31st, 2007 08:28 am (UTC)
"Missed you," said Holmes's voice absently from the kitchen.

"And I you," Watson replied quietly.

They were very close together now, Holmes bending his head to be level with the doctor.

"The medical business is just so very," said Watson, and Holmes kissed him once, gently, on the mouth.

"Bad?" asked the detective.

"Very bad," Watson agreed, took Holmes by the collar, and kissed him back.
Jan. 31st, 2007 09:33 pm (UTC)
Gabe allowed himself to be led out of the kitchen by Jeannot, looking over his shoulder to give Holmes a warning look. He stood just outside the closed door, listening very carefully, and smiled. "'Not an indecent thought,' my ass," he commented, quietly and approvingly.
Jan. 31st, 2007 09:58 pm (UTC)
Jeannot grinned, delighted with the goings-on behind the closed door, and leaned up to kiss Gabe's cheek. "You were right, after all," he murmured into his love's ear.
Jan. 31st, 2007 10:07 pm (UTC)
"I was," Gabe agreed, kissing Jeannot briefly on the lips. "It's a shame we didn't have any money on it."
Jan. 31st, 2007 10:29 pm (UTC)
"Mm," Jeannot said thoughtfully, and wrapped his arms around Gabe's waist, pressing close to him and smiling up at his love. "I have no money, anyway." He ran a hand up Gabe's back softly, enjoying the feel of his body. "What shall my forfeit be, then?" Jeannot whispered, enjoying the game.
Jan. 31st, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Gabe was quiet for a moment, considering his options. He kissed Jeannot chastely, still thinking. "A secret," he concluded. "Preferably one of yours."
Jan. 31st, 2007 11:07 pm (UTC)
"A secret?" Jeannot mused. He tipped his head to one side, thinking for a moment, but nothing came immediately to mind. "Something no one else knows about me?" He shook his head, a bit baffled, and looked to Gabe for help.
Jan. 31st, 2007 11:17 pm (UTC)
"Mm," Gabe confirmed, leaning down to kiss Jeannot's forehead. "Or at least something you've never told anyone."
Jan. 31st, 2007 11:44 pm (UTC)
Jeannot considered for a moment. "I have told you, already, things that I have never told anyone," he said, still thinking. "What is there left to say?" He looked up, thinking of something at last. "Well," he said slowly, uncertain if Gabe would want to hear it, "there is a story. It is not really a secret, but we do not speak of it, in my family, and..." Jeannot shrugged and smiled up at Gabe. "You may think it interesting. I'll tell you, if you like, but not here in the hallway. Let us find somewhere more pleasant to sit, since the kitchen is taken." He laughed, confident that the two Englishmen were making progress, since they hadn't heard anything out of the kitchen for several minutes.
Feb. 1st, 2007 12:28 am (UTC)
Gabe smiled. "I suspect Holmes knows we're eavesdropping, anyhow," he said, and, hand in hand with Jeannot, began to walk down the hall, not exactly sure where to. "And I'd love to hear your story, secret or not, bel."
Feb. 1st, 2007 12:39 am (UTC)
Jeannot smiled and squeezed Gabe's hand. He peered into the doorways as they moved along the hallway, finding nothing but empty rooms until the very last room, which contained a couch, for some reason. Jeannot nodded, pleased. "Here," he decided, and entered the small room, looking around curiously, but finding nothing but empty walls and colorless surroundings. Sprawling on the couch, he patted the couch next to him for Gabe to sit as well. "I want to make this place more beautiful," he told Gabe, eyes lighting up with interest. "Did you say, last night, that there was paint for walls in the closet?"
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