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Marcus Flint (marcedflint) wrote in finnigans_rpg,

Although Marcus didn't catch the inflection of the first question, the second took him by surprise, and he glanced over at Roger with confusion written all over his face even as he said with a disbelieving snort, "No."

As focused as he was on his cooking, trying to will away the negative emotions that were attempting to choke him, Marcus didn't even realize that Roger had moved until he felt the other man's hands on him. Taken by surprise as he was, he couldn't cut off his instinct to stiffen, and for a moment every muscle in his body was tensed, ready for a fight until he forced himself to relax. His return of the gesture was slow and awkward, though Marcus had to admit that he rather enjoyed having Roger in his arms and personal space, even if it was a pale, platonic replica of what he actually wanted. He'd learned long ago to take what he could get, because anything more than that was a pipe dream. Rolling his eyes at Roger's joke, he pushed the younger man back towards the chair he'd claimed, and said, "Sit, or your bacon will be burnt."

Ignoring the way he wanted nothing more than to put his hands back on Roger, Marcus turned his attention back to the frying pan, removing the pieces of cooking meat with a practiced move even as he told him teasingly, "We'll see about that too."

Marcus chuckled at Roger's explanation, finding the irony of the situation too much for him to contain. Nodding in response to Roger's question, he kept his eyes on the ingredients he was combining for the final steps of his recipe as he said, deliberately light in his tone, "If my mother ever got that idea in her head, she would probably murder me." Which really, wasn't completely outside the realm of possibility. Phillipa had never been totally stable, even before her illness, and the aftermath of the war had left her worse than ever.

He grinned at Roger's joke, hoping that it covered the slight winds he hadn't been able to stifle at his full name - the perils of being named for a man he blamed for his involvement in the war - and responded, "Well, it's nice to know I'm special, I suppose."

Feeling his cheeks flush at the suggestion, he heard himself say, "Maybe." Not that he hadn't considered it before - would it really be so bad, to give in to Roger's flirtations and have one night with the man? But Marcus knew himself, and he was well aware that he'd never be content with just one, so it was better to not know what he was missing, rather than to have it once and then never again.

"I can only hope it tastes as good as it smells," he said, blatantly ignoring the comments about kissing Roger. "Although, Rakey would probably be upset if I somehow managed to mess up her recipe, especially when it's the first thing I ever learned to cook."