jim street oneshots

smoke [ ❥ ]

Even with all the windows and doors open, smoke still billows around the small kitchen of the house. The smell of burnt food makes you wrinkle your nose as you shove the last window open, and pad through the living room to a very red-faced Street.

"I'm sorry." He says sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck as you sink down on the sofa next to him. "I swear, I only took my eyes off the stove for like two minutes."

"Keep telling yourself that. Maybe by the time Luca gets home, it'll be convincing enough." You say with a grin, squirming to the side when he swings a pillow at you. There's a beat, before he looks over at you again with a small smile.

"Is today gonna be the day you finally let me buy you dinner?"

"I suppose. Seeing as you left me with so much choice in the matter." You say after a moment, your tone almost hesitant despite the way your heart races in your chest at his words. The heat that rises to your cheeks in the next few minutes is one that definitely can't be blamed on the smoke.