Who: Athos and D’Artagnan When: Thanksgiving Where: Their home What: Thanksgiving preparation Rating/Warnings: Low/None Status: Complete
D’Artagnan had made a bit of a face when Anna’s last message came in and crossed her off the list of people he’d had going of potentials to come over. He really ought to have expected it. Things between them had gotten a bit distant, half the time he had no idea what was going on in her life and he didn’t feel like intruding on it either. She said she’d ‘let him know’ but she had other plans, so he just accepted it and moved on. Maybe that was half the problem, D’Artagnan was struggling a bit with keeping up friendships. He found himself getting content with how things were, but realize the only ones he’d really kept in contact with were Aramis and Porthos. Clara was making an effort not to let him drift off into nothingness, but he was starting to realize maybe he needed to bother various people a bit more.
He sat at the desk with their puppy at his feet practically serving as a blanket He was getting big. So far it seemed like Sharon, Porthos, Aramis, Clara and the Doctor-which really wasn’t all that bad a gathering, he was mostly irritated with himself. He put the list aside and poked at the notebook he’d been keeping lately , trying to keep written track of the dreams since this set held far more politics than he was used to. He flipped open to a page and realized he wasn’t looking at anything written in English when he tried to re-read it
“Athos? Did you write me something?” He couldn’t read it when he focused on it, the words that he’d left off on had trailed off in French.
Athos wasn’t much better about keeping up with friendships but then his ones weren’t always the type to invite to things such as Thanksgiving, he had to admit to being a little irritated at Anna on D’Artagnan’s behalf since it seemed like she’d checked with her sister who was busy but then decided to stick with her roommates. It was a little off to him but he let D’Artagnan deal with it.
“Not that I recall, why?” he called back coming out of the kitchen wiping his hands dry on a towel as he looked at D’Art.
He was making an attempt not to be petty or turned off, but it was difficult...Raising an eyebrow at Athos he looked back down at the book. “Part of this is in French, but I don’t remember writing it?” He may have zoned out and done so, but he couldn’t remember knowing enough French to write it.
“Is it possible for someone to write in a language better than they speak it?” It sounded highly unlikely.
“Not usually but you know what this place is like, it’s far from usual” Athos replied, moving closer to let his hands rest on D’Artagnan’s shoulders and press a kiss to the top of his head as he looked at the writing.
“Hmm.” He made a low sound in thought as Athos neared and one of his hands came to rest on one of Athos’s own on his shoulders gently. “I don’t know what it says.” He scoffed, he’d let Athos read it later, but for now he closed the book and looked up at him with a bit of an annoyed expression.
“Am I the one out of line for being irritated with Anna?” It was sort of out of the blue, but he couldn’t help but wonder if he was being ridiculous or not.
Athos’ eyebrows rose, “I don’t think so” he said, “From what I know she was all for it but had to check with her sister but then told you she was spending time with other friends which seems somewhat rude. Why? Did she say something else?” he asked.
“no, nothing really…” D’Artagnan hadn’t even responded to that message. He'd been a bit too irritated. “Just that, but I couldn't tell if I was overreacting in feeling like second choice, or generally just not good enough for her. “ It had seemed like he had been first in inviting her somewhere and yet she found better plans. “whatever. I guess it doesn't matter.”
“You aren’t overreacting, but it is her issue not you. You are more than good enough” Athos told him, rubbing his shoulders for him, “Just let it go love, enjoy the day and don’t let it play on your mind. We’re going to have a good time with our friends”
“Hn, if you say so.” He frowned some at that. Part of him was considering getting a little passive aggressive but honestly Anna probably didn’t even realize what she’d done in the first place. The girl could be a little clueless…”Yeah. I guess you’re right. The ones that matter are the ones that want to be with us.” That might have been a little petty, but he was annoyed, he leaned back to look up at him warmly. “I know it’s a lot on you, me inviting all these people over. Thanks for humoring me.” Athos wasn’t exactly the most social sort, but D’Artagnan was trying to keep them both active even though he had a habit of getting just as content with things lately. “It looks like Clara, her father and possibly her boyfriend or the Doctor-I’m not sure what he is to her yet, Aramis and Porthos, Sharon and the kid.”
“You know I don’t mind” he said, Athos may not be overly social but he did enjoy making food for people and that kind of required, well, people so they were a good pair. D’Artagnan can provide the people and Athos will take care of the feeding. “That’s not so many. I invited a couple of people I could do with catching up with, I’m not sure if they’ll come along or not” He wasn’t insisting on replies or anything, his friendships tended to be a lot more casual.
D'Artagnan cracked a smile at that. Athos really was the stable one in their relationship. No matter what happened he was always so calm. D'Artagnan turned in the chair to face him and took his hand in his. “You're amazing you know that? “ he still worried about things but Athos made it harder to focus on the worry.
Calm was definitely a good word to describe Athos, perhaps it was the fact he’d been a CIA trainer but it took a lot to ruffle him. It was one of the reasons they made a good pair. Smiling he lifted their joined hands and pressed a kiss to D’Artagnan’s fingers, “Thank you” he replied, “I happen to think you’re pretty amazing yourself”
“Remember that after I drop the turkey or something.” He was pretty convinced he was going to mess something up as far as dinner went. “Maybe I’ll just stick to supervising…” He gave him a sort of nervous grin as he peered behind him at the kitchen.
“You are more than welcome to supervise love, you know I enjoy cooking” Athos told him, and it was true he loved cooking for people who appreciated it and D’Artagnan pretty much always appreciated it. Especially Athos’ desserts.
“I know, but I feel like I should do something?..Just maybe not something important..” He stood linking an arm around Athos’s own and sulked a little. “ I mean I’m adorable in this apron and all that but is that really enough?”
“You mean being my arm candy isn’t enough?” he teased pressing a kiss to his temple, “How about sorting the drinks? If you really feel like you need to do something?” he suggested, honestly he didn’t mind but if it was important to D’Artagnan then he was willing to work something out.
“Never said that” He grinned at that and nudged him at the kiss, getting in his way for a moment to lean in and give him a slightly more intimate kiss. “I can do that after drinks then.” He said in a teasy sort of tone before sliding off to fix said drinks. “You know I thought about only wearing the apron..People won’t be here until later.” He mused out loud as he shuffled drinks about from out of a cooler onto a small display table where they were meant to go, along with various cups and things.
Athos smiled into the kiss and happily allowed D’Artagnan to get in his way for a deeper kiss, he’d never mind that. “If you had you know I would never have gotten any cooking done? In fact I may have had to cancel everything entirely. You’re more distracting than you realise love” he said smacking D’Artagnan’s ass as he went past.
“How indeed?” He gave him a cocky little grin only followed by a less than manly squeak as he peered over his shoulder at his husband. “That thing has a good what, four hours to cook?” He laughed as he gave him a suggestive little tone. “I’m pretty sure we could make good use of that time..”
Athos glanced at the clock briefly before leaving what he was doing in order to grab D’Artagnan and throw him over his shoulder. “You asked for it” he said his voice light and teasing as he moved towards their bedroom. He couldn’t think of a nicer way to celebrate Thanksgiving before their friends arrived.