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[the_chappy]

With a frown, and too impatient to look for the pot holder, Ryan uses two paper napkins to lift the pot over to the sink.

Paper napkins, however, are poor protection from the heat. Something Ryan learns as it becomes more and more uncomfortable to hold the pot. Teeth clenched, he mutters, "Fucker."

The steam was not helping matters.

The spaghetti drained he, quickly returns the pot to the stove and, just as quickly, returns to the sink to run his hands under the cool water. No blisters or burns, just a slight sting.

Drying his hands, he wonders if he should call David in to wash up before dinner or if he should wait till Elaine got back. He hadn't seen her when he went into the bar but he hadn't looked for long.

He decides to give David a few more minutes outside and returns to the stove to get dinner ready.

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[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

She could have him do this all night. But his fingers would get tired.

"I'm glad I'm home," she sighs softly.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

Smiling, he tells her, "So am I."

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"I think I need that bath now. Even if I don't want you to stop doing what you're doing."

She grins at him.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

"All right," he says, stilling his movements. "Do you want me to run one for you?"

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

"Only if I come with you while you do," she says, putting her feet on the floor.

[http://users.livejournal.com/_chappy_/]

He stands, extending a hand to her. "That sounds fair."

The dishes can wait.