Pairing: Lorne/Parrish pre-slash
Word Count: 377
Summary: Nothing says love like dessert. FLUFF WARNING!
Prompt: For October 21st challenge at slashing_lorne: ‘cake’.
Disclaimer: Not mine, never have been, never will.
Every third Tuesday of the month, the mess hall had cake. The details would vary: fluffy cheesecake topped with whipped cream, decadent chocolate cake floating in a sea of fudge, warm and sweet carrot cake. But it was also fresh cake, made with Earth ingredients that the Daedalus bought along. It wasn’t surprising that Tuesdays had become everyone’s favourite day.
Well almost everyone.
More often than not Lorne found himself one mission or the other on the popular Tuesdays. He was rarely back in time for dinner. Still he wasn’t one to complain, not over a job he loved so he sucked it up.
But one such Tuesday, when he got back, muddy and tired, from a strange planet with a pleasant landscape and not-so-pleasant folk, he found a slice of banana cake with a generous sprinkling of nutmeg in an airtight container on his desk. Someone had even left a fork. He showered and changed quickly and then relaxed back in his favourite chair and took his time savouring every bite.
He tried to find out who’d left it, but no-one seemed to know and he’d been thought not to look a gift horse in the mouth. He hadn’t expected it to be more than a one-off. Except three Tuesdays later, there was a gorgeous piece of soft Victoria sponge waiting for him. Three weeks after that, he got home to find a slice of aromatic coffee cake topped with a glazed cherry.
He tried again to find out who his mysterious benefactor was. But either no-one knew or no-one was saying.
Next he was treated to a rich black forest gateaux and a simple marble cake covered with flakes of chocolate.
The month afterwards, he arrived home earlier than expected. For once, things had gone well. He arrived at his quarters just in time to find Dr. Parrish leaving. The man looked down shyly. His cheeks were a bright red in a combination of guilt, embarrassment and something else that Lorne recognised enough to know he hadn’t felt in a long time.
“Uhh...I was...I thought you should...” Parrish stuttered helplessly.
Lorne smiled, exuding both comfort and lust simultaneously. “Want to join me?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he dragged the younger man inside.