Who: Sebastian and George What: Stuff and things When: Monday night, dinner Where: George's place Warning: Schmoopy saints being schmoopy and adorable.
He'd worked very hard to have dinner ready by the time George got home from... well, wherever it was George went all day, Sebastian hadn't really ever thought to ask. But now that George's cabinets were all stocked with organic, vegetarian things, Sebastian could work proper culinary miracles again.
These last couple of weeks had been tough for all of them, he knew that better than anyone. And he was glad to be back not because he wanted to be free of Opium, but because he had George now and George wanted him and wanted to be with him. And they'd been trying this thing, this dynamic between them, and so far it all felt completely natural, completely right for Sebastian. The idea of sex still made him feel queasy, so he just didn't think about it or bring it up, but there was nothing better in the world to him than kissing George. He supposed that meant everything was good. And he trusted the other saint, he thought, not to do anything that would hurt him after he fought so hard to get him back.
So that's where he was now. Things were good, he was keeping the cravings at bay with lots of distractions and work and knowing how disappointed George would be with him if he didn't. And he was hopeful. Things would be okay, they would find some way of making it work even if right now a lot of things still felt up in the air.
George had only been home a handful of minutes before the small table was set with two plates of whole-grain pasta and fresh vegetables, with sauce that Sebastian had actually concocted himself, alone with a pair of glasses and a bottle of wine. He looked very proud of himself as he bounced slightly next to the table and waited for George to sit down. It wasn't just some dinner, but he wanted to make it special because he had something he wanted to ask George.