Kael and Jem - food porn for Cicirossi

[alexdraven]

The risotto was almost an hour of gentle coaxing, thawing himself over the stove as the mushrooms melted in the butter; the mead seeped into the rice. It was that morning's walk, the bluster of the wind and the electric earth of the finding, the selecting, the harvesting that had lead him a pretty measure off his usual paths. Served up in crackle-glazed pottery with mismatched forks, the bowls were a gift, but one that he was loath to interrupt Jem's study with. His lover barely managed to ignore the call of the present puzzle long enough to brush his face against the autumn mist still caught in Kael's clothes.

Eating alone with only the radio for company, a low babble of background voices, mug of tea steaming and the meal settling warm and solid comfort in his belly wasn't so bad, the time another gift to their love. Time for Jem to pursue his arguments and record his reasons, and time for Kael to prepare a final gift.

Once the apples were sliced, crisp white flesh and gleaming rosy skins dusted with lemon and cloves, and the sloes and elderflowers were done drinking down honey; once the blackberries he'd cradled home were tumbled into their platter, and the mead and cream whipped heavy decadence together. Once all these preparations were complete, then Jem's focus would have no other place to rest than on Kael's hands laying him gently on their bed. Kael's knots holding him there, and Kael's tongue transporting tastes from mouth to mouth, telling tales of his scavenger hunt and of his love and of his hungers.

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[ephemera-tales.livejournal.com]

Kael has ways of getting what he wants - he's certainly not a defencelss inocent ;) He is, however, an excelent cook.