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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-07-27 09:44 am
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-07-27 09:44 am
Ryan/Valera - Breakfast of Champions
Title: Breakfast of Champions
Author: Me!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: this one came from a brilliant epiphany while i was sitting at work doing nothing. and i think it's fluffy and cute, and that's all that matters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Maxine Valera felt the Miami sun streaming through the window next to her bed, and she welcomed the warm feeling on her face, starting to feel herself wake up a bit. Her boyfriend, however, did not seem to welcome Mr. Sunshine.
“Turn it off,” Ryan Wolfe mumbled, pulling one of the pillows over his head. She chuckled softly to herself, before untangling herself from his arms, and crawling out of bed. That had always been one of the differences between them. Valera was naturally a morning person, and Ryan just wasn’t.
She trod her way into the kitchen, before landing in front of the refrigerator. Pulling it open, she rubbed her stomach softly through Ryan’s t-shirt as she yawned, and studied the contents of his fridge. It was pretty much take-out, considering Ryan didn’t really have the time to cook, so it was just a matter of deciding what was edible at this hour of the morning.
Ooo…pizza!
She pulled out a dish of plain slices wrapped in plastic wrap. She moved them to the island and pulled out a slice. She debated getting a plate from the cabinet, to heat the slice up, but then decided against it, and took a bite of it cold.
As she was chewing, Ryan stumbled blearily into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Whatcha eatin?” he asked. He got closer, before noticing what she was chewing on. “Cold pizza?” he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“Breakfast of champions,” she replied, turning to face him.
“Yeah, but cold?” he frowned.
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” she replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He shifted slightly so he caught the corner of her mouth, beginning to kiss her more feverishly, and she responded to him at first, but then stopped him, with a grin. “Will ya let me finish my breakfast first?” He grinned softly at her, before wrapping up the remainder of the pizza and placing it back exactly where it was in the fridge.
“I’m gonna eat something more healthy,” he replied, pulling a box of cereal out of the cabinet.
“That’s loaded with sugar, and arguably worse,” Valera replied.
“Hey, Frosted Flakes really is the breakfast of champions,” Ryan replied, pointing his spoon menacingly in her direction. She gave him a smile before taking another bite into her pizza. She watched Ryan’s eyes follow the crumbs as they dropped onto his clean counter. She stared at him, watching his face tense at the idea of something being dropped in his immaculate kitchen. Her eyes dared him not to say anything, but he did it in the easiest way he knew how.
“Could you get a plate or something for that?” he asked. She obliged his request and smiled.
“This is why we don’t have sleepovers at my place.”
“What’s why?”
“You’d have a coronary if you walked into my apartment. You’d be more interested in cleaning anything and everything than the actual sleepover.” She hesitated briefly for a second, “And you’re the only guy I’ve ever met who I can honestly say that about.” She gave him a brief kiss, before finishing off the last of her pizza.
“Couldn’t you have even microwaved that? Just a little?”
“Are you kidding?” she asked, “The crust gets all tough and chewy, and microwaved pizza is just gross. It tastes better cold.”
“Uh-huh,” he replied, “But all the refrigerated grease on top?”
She shrugged, “I don’t care. I like it.”
“At eight in the morning? After you’ve just woken up?”
“I have the stomach of a college student. What can I say?”
Ryan shook his head before digging back into his cereal. She, finished with breakfast, made her way back into her bedroom in search of her clothes. “Where you goin?” Ryan asked, although with his mouth full of Frosted Flakes it sounded more like “Bear are two rowing?”
Valera gave him a look from the doorway of his bedroom, before disappearing back inside again. He downed the rest of his Frosted Flakes, put the things away, and joined her in the bedroom. She was just getting the rest of her own clothes on, when he slid in behind her, placed his legs on either side of her, and pulled her into a warm hug.
“You know, if you lived here, you wouldn’t have to get out of here so early.” She turned slightly so she could see him.
“Were you involved at all in the discussion about you having a coronary in my apartment?”
“If we lived together—”
“If we lived together it would be worse,” she replied, “You would always be picking up after me, and I would never be able to find anything, and we’d get frustrated and we’d yell, and it just wouldn’t be fun.”
“Max,” he stated. She hated it when he called her Max. In the lab, it was always Valera this, Valera that, which is how she liked it. But outside the lab he called her Max, because he knew it would get her slightly peeved. And she was so cute when she was slightly peeved.
“Ryan,” she replied, using the same tone of voice.
“I want you to move in with me.”
“I don’t think we’re ready.”
“Then when will we be ready.”
“I don’t know,” she replied honestly, “But not now. Not at this exact moment in time.” She took a deep breath, “Besides, don’t you think the people at the lab would be kind of suspicious if we started showing up at the same time all the time.”
Ryan conceded, knowing she had a point. He gave her a quick kiss on the neck, as she got up, fully clothed, and headed for the door. “See you at work.”
“See you at work,” she replied, disappearing out the door.
THE END
Author: Me!
Rating: PG-13
Summary: this one came from a brilliant epiphany while i was sitting at work doing nothing. and i think it's fluffy and cute, and that's all that matters.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Maxine Valera felt the Miami sun streaming through the window next to her bed, and she welcomed the warm feeling on her face, starting to feel herself wake up a bit. Her boyfriend, however, did not seem to welcome Mr. Sunshine.
“Turn it off,” Ryan Wolfe mumbled, pulling one of the pillows over his head. She chuckled softly to herself, before untangling herself from his arms, and crawling out of bed. That had always been one of the differences between them. Valera was naturally a morning person, and Ryan just wasn’t.
She trod her way into the kitchen, before landing in front of the refrigerator. Pulling it open, she rubbed her stomach softly through Ryan’s t-shirt as she yawned, and studied the contents of his fridge. It was pretty much take-out, considering Ryan didn’t really have the time to cook, so it was just a matter of deciding what was edible at this hour of the morning.
Ooo…pizza!
She pulled out a dish of plain slices wrapped in plastic wrap. She moved them to the island and pulled out a slice. She debated getting a plate from the cabinet, to heat the slice up, but then decided against it, and took a bite of it cold.
As she was chewing, Ryan stumbled blearily into the room, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. “Whatcha eatin?” he asked. He got closer, before noticing what she was chewing on. “Cold pizza?” he wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“Breakfast of champions,” she replied, turning to face him.
“Yeah, but cold?” he frowned.
“Don’t knock it till you try it,” she replied, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He shifted slightly so he caught the corner of her mouth, beginning to kiss her more feverishly, and she responded to him at first, but then stopped him, with a grin. “Will ya let me finish my breakfast first?” He grinned softly at her, before wrapping up the remainder of the pizza and placing it back exactly where it was in the fridge.
“I’m gonna eat something more healthy,” he replied, pulling a box of cereal out of the cabinet.
“That’s loaded with sugar, and arguably worse,” Valera replied.
“Hey, Frosted Flakes really is the breakfast of champions,” Ryan replied, pointing his spoon menacingly in her direction. She gave him a smile before taking another bite into her pizza. She watched Ryan’s eyes follow the crumbs as they dropped onto his clean counter. She stared at him, watching his face tense at the idea of something being dropped in his immaculate kitchen. Her eyes dared him not to say anything, but he did it in the easiest way he knew how.
“Could you get a plate or something for that?” he asked. She obliged his request and smiled.
“This is why we don’t have sleepovers at my place.”
“What’s why?”
“You’d have a coronary if you walked into my apartment. You’d be more interested in cleaning anything and everything than the actual sleepover.” She hesitated briefly for a second, “And you’re the only guy I’ve ever met who I can honestly say that about.” She gave him a brief kiss, before finishing off the last of her pizza.
“Couldn’t you have even microwaved that? Just a little?”
“Are you kidding?” she asked, “The crust gets all tough and chewy, and microwaved pizza is just gross. It tastes better cold.”
“Uh-huh,” he replied, “But all the refrigerated grease on top?”
She shrugged, “I don’t care. I like it.”
“At eight in the morning? After you’ve just woken up?”
“I have the stomach of a college student. What can I say?”
Ryan shook his head before digging back into his cereal. She, finished with breakfast, made her way back into her bedroom in search of her clothes. “Where you goin?” Ryan asked, although with his mouth full of Frosted Flakes it sounded more like “Bear are two rowing?”
Valera gave him a look from the doorway of his bedroom, before disappearing back inside again. He downed the rest of his Frosted Flakes, put the things away, and joined her in the bedroom. She was just getting the rest of her own clothes on, when he slid in behind her, placed his legs on either side of her, and pulled her into a warm hug.
“You know, if you lived here, you wouldn’t have to get out of here so early.” She turned slightly so she could see him.
“Were you involved at all in the discussion about you having a coronary in my apartment?”
“If we lived together—”
“If we lived together it would be worse,” she replied, “You would always be picking up after me, and I would never be able to find anything, and we’d get frustrated and we’d yell, and it just wouldn’t be fun.”
“Max,” he stated. She hated it when he called her Max. In the lab, it was always Valera this, Valera that, which is how she liked it. But outside the lab he called her Max, because he knew it would get her slightly peeved. And she was so cute when she was slightly peeved.
“Ryan,” she replied, using the same tone of voice.
“I want you to move in with me.”
“I don’t think we’re ready.”
“Then when will we be ready.”
“I don’t know,” she replied honestly, “But not now. Not at this exact moment in time.” She took a deep breath, “Besides, don’t you think the people at the lab would be kind of suspicious if we started showing up at the same time all the time.”
Ryan conceded, knowing she had a point. He gave her a quick kiss on the neck, as she got up, fully clothed, and headed for the door. “See you at work.”
“See you at work,” she replied, disappearing out the door.
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“I have the stomach of a college student. What can I say?”
I could so see her saying that...
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yay!