donatella rahn (![]() ![]() @ 2021-02-14 01:58:00 |
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Entry tags: | !log/thread, !nsfw, donatella rahn, mitch rapp |
Who: Donny and Mitch
Where: The kitchen
When: 14th Feb
What: PLOT
Status: closed/on-going
Warnings: ALL of the warnings.
After a minor discussion about who was making breakfast for whom this morning (both planning to get up early to do the deed for the other) Donny and Mitch had compromised and decided to make breakfast together. It had a nicely domestic feel, each moving around the space in tandem, reading one another's body-language as if they were on an entirely different kind of mission. It felt good. Better than that, she had to admit, it felt right. She hadn't felt such peace and camaraderie with another person for the longest time and she was learning to treasure moments like this. "How are you having your eggs this morning?" she asked Mitch as she pulled them out of the refrigerator and waiting for his instructions. He was busy making coffee and the smell was invigorating and welcome. If there was one thing the guy knew, it was how to make awesome coffee. So, it wasn't the only thing he was awesome at, Donny admitted to herself as she shot him a sly smile across the room. In just sweat pants and a t-shirt his muscles were displayed beautifully and for a moment she couldn't take her eyes off him. She caught herself staring and forced her eyes back to the pan in front of her, in which the oil had started smoking as her attention was drawn away. Damn. |