"Jet, it doesn't look right."
"Gaah! What the hell is that?"
"I followed all your directions, right down to the last grain of salt, but the moment you left everything started boiling over and the potatoes and scallions wouldn't fall apart and-!"
"Gabby calm down! It's only your......eleventh time at trying this! It takes time!"
"Jet, for God's sake, it's only cream of potato soup!"
Gabby looked at Jet who was trying not to laugh.
"It's not funny! That's it, I give up. Goodbye. You can make dinner tonight."
Jet, still smiling, reached out and tugged on her apron strings to stop her.
"Wait, Gabby. Here, we'll try it one more time, and this time I won't leave."
She smiled, sidling up to the large man who had turned his attention to disposing of Gabby's latest attempt at the seeming simple soup. They had started at seven o' clock this morning and still hadn't gotten a recognizable product. Gabby had kept her promise to herself to learn how to cook vichyssoise, but wasn't doing very well, due to the fact that every time Jet left the room something went wrong, but he was being very supportive anyway.
She came up behind Jet and wrapped her arms around his muscular waist.
"Promise?"
Jet turned around to face Gabby and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Promise."
Suddenly, a head popped into the doorway.
"Oh, am I interrupting?"
Gabby let go of Jet and turned to Spike.
"Not at all, what's your pleasure?"
Spike raised an eyebrow at the expression but continued on with no less zeal.
"When the hell is dinner? It's six o' clock for crist's sake!"
Gabby looked at a clock.
"Oh, gee it is isn't it? I'll make something. Jet, let's continue tomorrow, I'm sure everyone's hungry."
Jet shrugged his shoulders, seemingly indifferent to the proposal, but was actually slightly disappointed. He had enjoyed spending so much time with Gabby. Vichyssoise took at least two hours to cook, and although Gabby had never gotten past the hour mark on any attempt, it gave them a lot of time to talk.
He left with Spike leaving Gabby in the kitchen by herself.
She decided on a simple chicken divan. It was quick and easy, so she was looking forward to giving her cooking self-esteem a boost.
As she put it in the oven for its last session of cooking, she sat down on one of the chairs Jet had brought into the kitchen earlier. She sighed to herself. Life was good. After the whole kidnapping incident, and Jet's sweet confession, they had been getting steadily closer. Whenever he wasn't on a bounty, he spent all his free time with her. They even went grocery shopping together. She sighed again as she heard the timer ding.
As she set the dishes down on the table and sat between Spike and Jet on the couch. Ed was on the floor and shoveling food into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Gabby noticed Faye wasn't there.
"Where's Faye?"
A/N:Hiya!! Back again!! And BOY! Can you say sugar high?? Wow. I'm never listening to Emily again. ("Vanilla COke doesn't have THAT much caffine...really!) Jesus, now I'm addicted to the stuff. Anywho, this is my second story!! (For all of you who havn't read my first one, it's called "Sunshine" and to get this story you might want to read it.) AHH! I'm so happy to be writing again (okay, so I finished the last one a couple of days ago, but still!!) R&R!! PLEASE!! Big smooches! ^.^
"Gaah! What the hell is that?"
"I followed all your directions, right down to the last grain of salt, but the moment you left everything started boiling over and the potatoes and scallions wouldn't fall apart and-!"
"Gabby calm down! It's only your......eleventh time at trying this! It takes time!"
"Jet, for God's sake, it's only cream of potato soup!"
Gabby looked at Jet who was trying not to laugh.
"It's not funny! That's it, I give up. Goodbye. You can make dinner tonight."
Jet, still smiling, reached out and tugged on her apron strings to stop her.
"Wait, Gabby. Here, we'll try it one more time, and this time I won't leave."
She smiled, sidling up to the large man who had turned his attention to disposing of Gabby's latest attempt at the seeming simple soup. They had started at seven o' clock this morning and still hadn't gotten a recognizable product. Gabby had kept her promise to herself to learn how to cook vichyssoise, but wasn't doing very well, due to the fact that every time Jet left the room something went wrong, but he was being very supportive anyway.
She came up behind Jet and wrapped her arms around his muscular waist.
"Promise?"
Jet turned around to face Gabby and leaned down to kiss her forehead.
"Promise."
Suddenly, a head popped into the doorway.
"Oh, am I interrupting?"
Gabby let go of Jet and turned to Spike.
"Not at all, what's your pleasure?"
Spike raised an eyebrow at the expression but continued on with no less zeal.
"When the hell is dinner? It's six o' clock for crist's sake!"
Gabby looked at a clock.
"Oh, gee it is isn't it? I'll make something. Jet, let's continue tomorrow, I'm sure everyone's hungry."
Jet shrugged his shoulders, seemingly indifferent to the proposal, but was actually slightly disappointed. He had enjoyed spending so much time with Gabby. Vichyssoise took at least two hours to cook, and although Gabby had never gotten past the hour mark on any attempt, it gave them a lot of time to talk.
He left with Spike leaving Gabby in the kitchen by herself.
She decided on a simple chicken divan. It was quick and easy, so she was looking forward to giving her cooking self-esteem a boost.
As she put it in the oven for its last session of cooking, she sat down on one of the chairs Jet had brought into the kitchen earlier. She sighed to herself. Life was good. After the whole kidnapping incident, and Jet's sweet confession, they had been getting steadily closer. Whenever he wasn't on a bounty, he spent all his free time with her. They even went grocery shopping together. She sighed again as she heard the timer ding.
As she set the dishes down on the table and sat between Spike and Jet on the couch. Ed was on the floor and shoveling food into her mouth like there was no tomorrow. Gabby noticed Faye wasn't there.
"Where's Faye?"
A/N:Hiya!! Back again!! And BOY! Can you say sugar high?? Wow. I'm never listening to Emily again. ("Vanilla COke doesn't have THAT much caffine...really!) Jesus, now I'm addicted to the stuff. Anywho, this is my second story!! (For all of you who havn't read my first one, it's called "Sunshine" and to get this story you might want to read it.) AHH! I'm so happy to be writing again (okay, so I finished the last one a couple of days ago, but still!!) R&R!! PLEASE!! Big smooches! ^.^