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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 6, 2009 18:18:57 GMT -5
"Ah, so you don't deny it," he said with a laugh. "I don't know how good I'll taste. I might just make a better pet duck."
Fabian liked the idea that she was bold, however, in quite honesty, he wasn't expecting anything like this. "I'll try not to disappoint you," he added with a wink. He moved a little closer to her, not wanting to make the entire first move, just in case she didn't want him to.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 7, 2009 14:53:13 GMT -5
"A pet duck?" Riley repeated, chuckling a little. "I hadn't considered that possibility. It's certainly something to think about."
Riley, honestly, had not been expecting this either. She had no intention of making a move when the came up, although she was certain that this was as far as it would go. Still, he didn't seem put off by the idea and she did really want to kiss him. He moved forward as well, and Riley took it as a good sign. She didn't mind going the rest of the way. Gently, she pressed her lips to his.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 7, 2009 15:22:34 GMT -5
Fabian had kissed girls before, but this time it seemed to have more innocence to it. He raised his hand and gently cupped her cheek. He didn't kiss her hastily, only gently. Riley tasted like the wine.
He pulled away and smiled at her. "I might just kidnap you and take you back to my place and make you into a meatpie myself," he said in a whisper and with a joking tone as he leaned in and kissed her again.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 7, 2009 16:32:15 GMT -5
Riley laughed between kisses at his words. "I think that's the nicest, most morbid thing anyone has said to me in a while," she told him, smiling when their lips met again. Maybe Geoffrey had been right when he told her she needed to let go sometimes and get away from work. If this was what happened when she did, she certainly wouldn't mind.
When the second kiss ended, Riley said, "Are you sure I can't convince you to stay for dinner?"
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 7, 2009 19:35:21 GMT -5
He laughed lightly just as he kissed her again. Fabian liked to hear her laughter. In fact, he liked to make anyone laugh if he could, but tonight, he was attempting to keep Riley going. It was nice to see her letting go and having a good time, even if there were a few morbid things said.
"I'm not sure," he said. "Although, I'm sure that you're cooking is probably pretty good. I hadn't really had a cooked meal for a little while, even though I do cook occasionally." Fabian glanced at her teasingly. "If its not ruining anything you had planned for this evening, I suppose there wouldn't be any harm."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 8, 2009 1:12:11 GMT -5
"I'm no chef, but I haven't poisoned anyone yet," Riley said. She was not a fantastic or talented cook, but she made meals, and that was more than most girls her age could boast about.
"You could come help, if it would make you feel better?" She didn't tell him that he wouldn't be ruining her night. She might have done something, but most likely she would have gone to bed early and worked on the case. She was glad that he was there to distract her... a an hour or so ago, she would have never guessed that she'd be asking him to cook with her.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 8, 2009 1:18:52 GMT -5
"The important part of that is the yet, I think," Fabian said grinning. Of course he was just picking with her again. "And you trust me enough to help you cook?" A look came across Fabian's face that resembled a little boy at Christmas time.
"Although, my speciality is making omelets. I'm not sure if you like those. I personally like just plain out cheese omelets." Realizing that he was half way rambling, Fabian quieted for a moment and cleared his throat. "So, what do you have that I can help you with," he asked with a smile spreading across his face again.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 8, 2009 1:40:47 GMT -5
Riley exaggerrated a frown. "Shouldn't I trust you?" She asked. "You've already pointed in the direction of one of the best wines I've ever had, and you haven't murdered me or anything yet. So... yes. I trust you."
When he asked what he could help with, Riley smiled and got to her feet. "Follow me," she said, trusting that he would do so and lead him into her kitchen.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 8, 2009 10:30:51 GMT -5
"Of course you should trust me. Gideon usually makes some kind of remark about me in the kitchen," he said with a shrug. "Oh, and I'm the murdering one?" Fabian grinned.
Trust was a huge issue around now, but he was relieved that he could trust Riley and vice versa. Fabian stretched and then got to his feet. "I promise that I won't burn anything down or mess anything up," he said following her into her kitchen.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 12, 2009 3:31:10 GMT -5
"It's only stuff if you do," Riley replied, leading him into the kitchen. "Anything burnt or messed up can be replaced."
She had a much more laid back approach to life outside of the Auror office, something she was actually kind of glad that Fabian was getting to see. She wasn't all work.
She opened her fridge and pulled out a carton of eggs, handing it to him. "Let's see about these omellettes of yours," she teased, going about getting pans and the like.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 12, 2009 7:48:39 GMT -5
"Well, aren't you sweet. Gideon would kill me, so would Molly, if I burnt anything." Fabian shook his head. He knew that he was careless most of the time, but that didn't always mean that he was going to mess something up whenever he would do something.
"My omelets?" He grinned. "Alright. Do you happen to have any shredded cheese," he asked as Riley handed him the egg carton. Fabian took the frying pan from her and put it on the stove top. "And where are your bowls and forks?"
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 13, 2009 17:25:58 GMT -5
"I'm working on it," Riley laughed. "You're much too quick for me I think. Bowls are in the cabinet above you, and forks are in that drawer," she said, pointing behind him while she got out a block of cheese and pointed her wand at it to have it start grating itself.
"Do you use anything else? Onions, tomatoes... I have most of the extra stuff, I think. I like to be well stocked for occasions like this. Not that they happen often," she added with a bubbly little laugh.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 13, 2009 19:19:31 GMT -5
He grabbed a bowl and a fork. Opening the egg carton, Fabian looked over his shoulder and grinned at Riley.
"Well, that all depends what you like in your omelet. Personally, I always have cheese around my place, so I just usually use cheese. Although, the other stuff is fine too. The onions are good, but only if you don't mind the breath afterword." He gave a laugh as he cracked an egg.
"I've got it! You're a seer and you knew that I was going to come anyway. It's how you lure men in! You make sure you have all kinds of food around and if they can't cook, well, I'm not sure what exactly you do to them, other than the morbid stuff." Fabian looked over his shoulder again and gave her another wink. He turned on the stove and added a little oil to the pan. As that was heating up he returned to the eggs and started to beat them with a fork, like he would have done with a whisk.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 12:56:11 GMT -5
"Well, I've got just about everything, so just ask." The cheese finished shredding itself, and she set the open tupperware of cheese by the egg carton, and watched him work.
She laughed brightly, genuinely, as he continued to try and figure her out. Jokingly, of course. "Cooking, Fabian, is a survival skill. I have to test my victims. So, no pressure or anything, but these omlettes of yours could very well save your life."
She watched him, deciding she liked the way he looked in a kitchen. He was comfortable there at least, and she always found that attractive in a man. "Is there anything I can do to help?"
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 16, 2009 13:06:30 GMT -5
"Well, I'll have to thank the eggs for saving my life then. And I promise that I don't put anything extra in my omelets other than what you want in it," Fabian laughed. He poured the eggs into the hot pan and let it cook for a few moments. This was probably the most fun he ever had in the kitchen. Not to mention, it was his first time cooking for someone other than his siblings.
"If you really wanted to help, you can come sprinkle cheese in the center of the omelet while it's cooking." Fabian slid over a little so that Riley could move up and put the cheese on the omelet while it was still cooking.
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 13:51:25 GMT -5
Riley gave him a teasing look. "Anything extra? Do you often consider poisoning the girls you make omlettes for?" She was teasing him, and he seemed to understand. She liked people who could handle a little teasing now and then.
She picked up the cheese and slid into the spot next to him. "How much?" She asked, using her left hand to pick up some cheese so she wouldn't get in his way or bump into him. She already started sprinkling while waiting for him to tell her when to stop.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 16, 2009 13:55:56 GMT -5
"Well, the only other girl I've made an omelet for would be my sister, and I haven't any reason to poison her," Fabian said smiling. "And you're nice enough, so I haven't any reason to poison you either."
He watched as she sprinkled cheese on the omelet. "Alright, that'll be good enough. You don't want too much, nor to little. That was perfect." Fabian winked and then folded the sides of the omelet up as he turned it over in the pan. He let that go for a second as he moved around Riley to make another mixture of eggs so he could make another omelet. He moved back to where he was at the stove and grabbed a plate, putting the omelet on it. "Alright I'll let you pour in the eggs this time. Grab the bowl and carefully pour it in."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 14:30:38 GMT -5
"Your sister is a lucky girl then," Riley replied. "We both are. And I'm glad to know that I don't have to worry about being poisoned."
Riley almost laughed again, but instead said, "I'm well known for my cheese sprinkling skills." She took the bowl of eggs from him and was thankful that she knew her own way around a kitchen. Merlin knew how foolish she might have looked if she didn't. Pouring the egg into the center of the skillet, she watched as it spread out, and set the bowl down, leaving the eggs to cook for a moment before she added the cheese.
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Post by Fabian Prewett on Feb 16, 2009 15:12:47 GMT -5
"You're quite the expert. Maybe they should make cheese sprinkling into an art or something," Fabian joked. "See, you're even an expert at pouring eggs into the skillet without anything splashing." He grinned boyishly.
He waited until she sprinkled on more cheese and then folded the sides of the omelet up and finished cooking it. Fabian set that on a plate and then he reached for a plate and scooped the omelet unto the plate. He picked up both plates and handed one to Riley as he grabbed two forks. "Here you go. Nice, cooked omelets."
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Post by Riley Neves on Feb 16, 2009 17:27:08 GMT -5
"You better hope they're good," Riley teased. "Your life kind of depends on it, after all." She smiled and took the plate and the fork from him, gesturing back towards the living room. They might as well sit down and eat, right?
"I'm not sure how well wine goes with eggs... would you like something else to drink? Again, I am well stocked." For occassions such as these, as rare as they were. She had to admit, though, that she was thoroughly enjoying Fabian's company, and was only hoping she wasn't boring him.
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