Prompt: Misha makes Collie a romantic dinner......Spaghetti and Pancakes (why that? Because I just ate that for dinner.>.<). Obviously Collie teases him about how he's so dorky and what not. Just a cute little stay-at-home date.
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“Collie!” Misha called. “Dinner is ready!”
I sat up, setting the book I had been reading down. Misha had insisted on making me dinner, which he did every night since I couldn’t make food to save my life, but he had insisted that tonight would be more like a date than a regular dinner.
I went out to the kitchen area of our apartment. Misha had set up plates and put two candles in the center of the table. The lights in the room were dimmed, setting the mood.
I went over and sat down in my usual spot. Misha sat down across from and smiled happily.
“Are you ready for dinner?” he asked.
My stomach growled out its answer. “Obviously,” I said. “I’m starving. What did you make?”
He reached over, pulling the lids off of the food. I stared at it for a second before bursting into laughter.
Sitting on the platters were pancakes and spaghetti, courtesy of my romantic boyfriend. Just call him Romeo, folks.
Misha blushed heavily. “Don’t laugh at me! I forgot to go to the grocery store after work so this is all we had,” he said defensively.
I shook my head and rolled my eyes. “You are such a dork.”
“Collie! I tried to be romantic!” he whined.
“Keyword,” I said.
He pouted. “Shut up and eat your pancakes and spaghetti.”
“This is so romantic,” I said, piling pancakes and spaghetti onto my plate. “Oh my god, did you put chocolate chips in the pancakes to make them look like smiley faces? Could you get any dorkier?” I couldn’t control my laughter now.
Misha was blushing heavily. “Shut up,” he mumbled, poking his pancake with a fork.
I pushed the candles to the side and leaned over, tilting his head. I looked into his eyes and smiled at him.
“It’s very cute,” I said and kissed him. “Thank you.”
He smiled at me and sighed. “You’re so mean to me, Collier.”
“I’m mean to people I love,” I said and kissed him again.
“That’s comforting.” He laughed and I sat back down comfortably. He reached over, holding my hand in his.
I ate a pancake and nodded at Misha. “It’s delicious. You’re a true chef.”
He gave a little bow. “Thank you. I try,” he said.
I smiled at him, honestly just touched that he had even bothered to do this at all. Even with random food left over in the apartment, he had tried so hard to make it a romantic dinner.
“I love you, Misha. I really do,” I said.
“I love you too Collie,” he said, squeezing my hand lightly. “I promise next time I’ll make something better.”
“No, this is fine,” I said, twirling the spaghetti around my fork and eating it.
“And after this we can watch a romantic movie,” he said.
“White Chicks?” I guessed.
“You know me so well,” he said happily.
I laughed and nodded, taking another bite of pancake. Pancake mixed with spaghetti was strangely less disgusting than it sounded.
“You got chocolate on your lip,” Misha said, leaning over and slowly licking my bottom lip.
“Seductive,” I said as he pulled away and sat down.
He blushed. “I’m trying to be romantic.”
“You’re a dork,” I said affectionately.
“I’m your dork,” he said with a smile.
I nodded, smiling happily. “You’re my dork,” I agreed and resumed eating.
