Loft above Luke's, Thursday morning

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Cooking shirtless wasn't something Priestly did a whole lot -- anyone who'd ever been spot burned on the pectoral by drops of flying hot oil would understand why -- but the occasion seemed to call for it, this time.

Also, somehow despite the adventures of yesterday, he was still feeling pretty hot and twitchy, so shirtless was definitely the way to go.

"So," he said, flipping a pancake with an expert flick of the skillet -- yes, he was TOTALLY showing off, why do you ask? "How do you like your eggs?"

[ooc: For the lovely lady promised breakfast, and potentially the roommate should he wander in.]

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"I dunno," April shrugged, straddling the back of a kitchen chair and sitting down to watch this. It was bound to be at least attractive, if not schadenfreudic. "Bacony?"

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Schadenfreude was a definite possibility, yes.

"Maybe an omelet," Priestly proposed. "Bacony and cheesy."

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"Sounds good," April agreed. "Just no chives. Grossest thing to put in food ever."

Now, that definitely wasn't true.

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"Chive-free. Gotcha." Priestly saluted with a spatula. "Though if you think those are the grossest ever, you've lived a charmed life."

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"Probably," April granted. "The town I'm from isn't exactly filled with adventurous chefs."

Nope, it was filled with one pretty decent diner and a very disgusting candy factory.

"What would you say's the grossest?"

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"Depends," Priestly said. "Are we limiting ourselves to things that are actually considered food?"

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"Sure, why not," April said idly, tilting her chair forward on two legs to get a better look at this shirtless cooking. Well. Mostly Priestly's ass.

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Priestly's plaid pajama pants, while not tight, did highlight said ass pretty well. For pajama pants, anyway.

"Fermented yak's milk," Priestly decided. "Stuff is pretty vile, even for me. But try telling that to a Mongolian."

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And April appreciated it greatly!

"Ewwwwwwww." Yeah, April was on board with that. "I've never even heard of that. Gross. Okay, I take it back about the chives."

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"The more you know," Priestly said, and swooped a jazz hand through the air in an approximation of a star with a rainbow coming out its ass. Behind him, the pancake in the skillet made a slightly pained hiss, and Priestly realized he'd been a liiiittle too distracted by April's various assets to properly pay attention to it.

Maybe he'd make that omelet scrambled eggs. Those required less focus.

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April was unlikely to be too judgmental. Eggs were eggs. Bacony, cheesy, chiveless scrambled eggs were just as good as any omelet.

Plus, Priestly's ass, man. It was a thing of wonder. As long as she was focused on that, he could feed her eggs made with yak's milk and she'd probably be fine.

"So, you're pretty good at sex, huh."

What? It was a perfectly valid topic. ...If you were insane.

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"Yeah?" Priestly flushed. "Thanks! You're pretty damn awesome, yourself."

The next words out of his mouth were nearly "do you get a lot of practice?" but he realized how rude that sounded just in time.

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That was a very good call, Priestly. April wouldn't have minded as much as some other people might, but... still a good call.

"I try," she replied. "Like when the island fucks something up, mostly."

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Well, considering how often that happened. . . .

"That sounds like a damn fine policy to me," Priestly decided. "Well, when the island doesn't throw small children or animals into the mix, anyway."

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"Hasn't done that yet since I've been here," April reported, and she was pleased about that. "Unless you count colorful horses invading the bar to sing karaoke."

She hadn't been a fan.

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"You mean the teacher? Or someone else?" Priestly was never really sure what to think of the pink pony teacher, himself. "Maybe you'll luck out and it'll skip you entirely."

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"The teacher and, like, friends (http://fandomtownies.livejournal.com/6588801.html?style=mine#comments)." There were other ponies. April still shuddered at the thought of that much joy in one place.

"Has the kid thing ever hit you?"

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"Oh yeah," Priestly said. "Little ones, teenaged ones, being one. I figure, you live here long enough, you'll get it all eventually. It's way more fun than the other way around, at least."

He didn't remember the reunion thing super clearly, but it had been sort of awkward and depressing.

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"The other way around being... no kids?" Because April was on board for no kids. Seriously, she was so on board.

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"Being turned old and grumpy," Priestly said. "Doesn't happen anywhere near as often, though."

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"Huh." Well. "Think I like 'grumpy' better than 'kids'. 'Old' sucks, though."'

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Somehow, that didn't surprise Priestly.

"We seem to have lost the sexy," Priestly said. Talking about kids and old people would do that. "Not that the island gives us a whole lot of sexy weirdness. Other than, you know, now."

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April's only suggestion -- which was going to remain unvoiced, for reasons that should be obvious -- was for Priestly to maybe flip the eggs and hopefully get a cool-looking burn or something on his stomach.

April was a really strange person.

"It'll come back," she said instead. She found it hard to believe that one round of sex would cure the pollen thing entirely. "If it's still going on in a couple days, call me or whatever."

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Oh, not even remotely. "I may take you up on that. Even if the whole island isn't being crazy horny. You know, if that's cool with you."

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That surprised April enough to get a half-smile out of her, which really was quite a feat. "Uh, yeah," she replied, clearly pleased. "Sure. That'd be cool."

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Priestly grinned. "Awesome. For that? You get extra eggs."

Oh yeah, he was cooking eggs. He tore his gaze away from her to grab the carton from the fridge, along with the bacon and cheese.

Wouldn't do to get so distracted as to break his promise of breakfast, after all.

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"Sex and breakfast food," April mused. "You might be the coolest dude I've ever met."

She wondered if she could get away with stealthily taking a picture of him. Mostly to make her gay boyfriends jealous.

And also because, well, he was shirtless, and, this week being what it was, anything helped.

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He might even pose for her if she asked, though he hadn't done his hair up yet, so it wasn't quite to its proper mohawk glory.

"You say the sweetest things," he said, pouring extra sugar on the tone. "Makes a boy feel all special."

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April was just going to go with trying to take it sneakily while his back was turned. It was his ass that Derek and Ben would care about, after all.

But first she had to figure out how to disable her phone's camera shutter sound. She was going to start on that now.

April snorted, absently swiping at her phone's touchscreen. "We can add 'creative' to the compliments," she said, because 'sweet' wasn't something she got called a whole lot, it was true. "And--" oh, there, shutter sound disabled-- "you have a nice ass."

So there was that too.

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Priestly set the bacon up to start frying and cracked some eggs, giving said ass a little wiggle as he went. There you go, gay boyfriends, even if Priestly wasn't aware that he might be doing so for their entertainment as well.

"Always good to meet a girl with taste."

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"Taste buds, too," April pointed out, smirking as she took the picture and sent it off Derek's way. He'd pass it on to Ben, she was sure. "How're those eggs coming?"

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"Ready in a jiff," Priestly assured her. Best part of eggs and bacon, they cooked fast. He chopped the cooked bacon up a bit, threw in some grated cheese, and stirred it into the scrambled egg as it cooked, letting out a little groan. "Oh man, I have eaten a lot of different food, but somehow, a nice fried breakfast is still the best."

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"It's up there on the list," April agreed. "Carrot muffins might be number-one, though." April was so weird about her carrot muffins. "And... quesadillas filled with mushrooms."

Okay, April was weird about a lot of foods.

"But then bacon and eggs."

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Honestly, Priestly was just glad to meet someone who wasn't mortally offended by vegetables in her food.

"I've never tried making carrot muffins," he said consideringly. "You have a good recipe?"

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"Uh." Well. "The kind from J,GoB."

That was descriptive.

"Pretty sure they have some kind of nuts in 'em?"

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Priestly laughed. "Fair enough. Walnuts, probably. Maybe pecans." She probably wasn't interested in discussing nuts and their proper use in baking with him, was she. He dished the scramble of goodness onto two plates and held one out for her with a flourish. "Your breakfast, madame. Bon appetit."

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"Thanks." Seriously, this had to be the best morning April had been awake for in... well, ever since she'd graduated high school, April wasn't generally awake in the morning. This beat out every other morning of 2012 and 2013 by default. Now, give her a second to taste it, and then--

"Oh my god."

Oh god, this was the most delicious thing she'd ever put in her mouth.

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Priestly gave a slightly dopey grin. "I never get tired of that part."

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April did her best to come up with something else intelligent to say, but all she managed was another, more intense, "Oh my god."

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Right, and now Priestly was imagining other situations in which to make her say that. It probably showed on his face. They were some very vivid imaginings.

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Except that would require her to look up from her food, so...

Oh, wait. She was actually doing that. Because right now, April was very intently pondering whether pouncing on Priestly across the table was worth no longer eating these eggs.

You know what, she actually thought it was. So, uh... hi?

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Helloooooooo April.

Well, it was nice to have an opportunity to put those imaginings to work.

Priestly fumbled with one hand to make sure the burner of the stove was off, then happily turned all of his attention to the pouncing.

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And now Priestly would get to experience - possibly not for the first time - what an 'oh my god, you are the world's greatest chef and make magic with food' kiss was like. Mixed with a sex-pollen kiss. It was very intense, was the main takeaway here.

And it was a good thing April's breakfast wardrobe consisted exclusively of yesterday's shirt and underwear, because yeah, she planned on putting both of their imaginings to work right now.