Hot and Cold

Pancakes?

Abel awoke from his dreams with a start, one of his hands quickly rushing up to cover his face that had quickly turned red in realization of what he was dreaming about hit him in reality. He let out a sigh before blinking and sitting up abruptly as he remembered Madeline had come to his house last night from the Braginskys'. He had offered to let her sleep in his bed, but after much passive and drawn-out arguing, she had refused and slept on the couch. Of course this made him feel horrible, but he couldn't say anything otherwise. Abel slid out from beneath his sheet and stood on the floor with a yawn, reaching his arms up in a stretch as well. His arms were spotted with goosebumps at the sudden change from warm to cool, mouth opening in another yawn seconds later. A sweet aroma drifted throughout the house, one like there was when his younger sister stayed with him occasionally, but a bit different. He shuffled into the kitchen, normally spiky hair pretty straight from him sleeping on it as he ran a hand through it, forest green eyes blinking tiredly. On any other circumstances, Abel would've not let anyone touch anything in his kitchen, but of course Madeline was an acception. She didn't seem to notice him come in. He walked closer to her until he stood behind the Canadian and then placed his hands on her waist, leaning forward to softly whisper a hello in his native language into her ear. This caused the timid teen ,to start and make a surprised noise.

"Ah.. Good morning, Abel.." Madeline said with a slight smile after seeing that it was him. He returned her smile and walked over to lean on the counter beside the stove where she was cooking. She went back to what she was doing, seemingly in uplifted spirits. Abel peered over to quizzingly look at the pan she was cooking in. It had a flat, white circle a little bigger than the size of his palm sizzling quietly from the heat.

"That's not a waffle, is it? Looks pretty similar.. I don't think I've had this before." He said, observing that it didn't look or smell similar enough to a waffle, which he had often because of his sister of course. Madeline giggled quietly, giving him a sideways glance with those doe-like indigo eyes, which caused his heart to flutter for a moment.

"You've really never had pancakes before, eh?" She looked back to the pan with her smile coming back momentarily. Abel shook his head.

"You're missing out on life." The Canadian grinned a little bit, flipping the last pancake onto a plate that already had two others. She then walked over to the table and set the plate down, along with a bottle of maple syrup she'd found stashed away in his fridge. It made her happy to see the fine print on the front that stated it was made in her country. Abel grinned as well and made his way over to the table, pulling he chair out and taking a seat in front of the breakfast after Madeline had motioned for him to. She returned back to the stove to turn it off and move the hot pan to a cooler burner and went back to the table to take a seat next to Abel. His pancakes were already drenched with the syrup and nearly half of them already gone. He looked over with another grin.

"I'm a growing man, I like my food." He replied, noticing she didn't make any for herself. "Not hungry?" He questioned, setting his fork down for a second. She shook her head with an indifferent shrug.

"Not particularly. Can't resist a bit of this stuff, though.." Madeline took the bottle of syrup and poured a bit on her finger, then popped it into her mouth, smiling at the rich maple flavor. Abel chuckled and ate the last bite of his pancakes, then stood up and shuffled over to the sink and placed his plate and fork in there. The tall male then strode over to where Madeline was getting up from her chair as well and pulled her into a hug.

"Dank je wel, Maddie," Abel mumbled into her shoulder and pulled back to look at her face. He had noticed a little smear of syrup on the side of her mouth, so tilted her chin up slightly with his thumb and leaned forward to press his lips to the side of her mouth. The sweet taste of the syrup greeted his taste buds, but as soon as he was done, Abel tilted his head slightly to kiss Madeline like he was longingly wanting to since yesterday. She let out a quiet gasp of surprise, but a moment passed and her eyes fluttered closed and she relaxed as he pulled her closer, placing one hand on the small of her back and the other softly ran its fingers through Madeline's silky golden, slightly locks. Minutes later, the Canadian tilted her head down so that her lips parted with Abel's, her breath quickened. His was as well and he wanted to pull her back, but instead smiled. His dark green gaze traveled to randomly curl astray from the rest of her hair. It reminded him of the Italian brothers' curls, although he had never asked what significance they held, so he didn't think anything of reaching over to tuck it behind her ear. He blinked in surprise when it simply sprung back to where it had been, but raised his eyebrows when Madeline bit her bottom lip to stifle what sounded like a moan. His eyes widened when he realized what it was and his cheeks turned red enough to put Spain's tomatoes to shame.

"I- I, ah.. I'm so sorry," He managed to stutter out, looking quite embarrassed. She put a hand to her warm cheek and shook her head.

"It's fine, don't worry about it, eh." Madeline waved it off quietly while trying to make her blush die down. She let out a soft sigh, thoughts now shifting to Francis. She hadn't been home in three days and she had promised that she would come back on the second day.

"I'd better get back home.. Francis will probably be worrying.." She said softly. Abel frowned, sad to see her have to leave. The Canadian noticed this and leaned up on her tiptoes to give his warm cheek a light kiss, smiling happily. "Merci for letting me stay, Abel." She thanked him, turning to leave when he suddenly grabbed her arm.

"Um.. Maddie, I.. uh.. " Abel paused, staring profusely at the floor. He seemed to think better of what he was going to say and smiled slightly instead. "I hope the rest of your day was as wonderful as my morning," He said, sliding his blue and white striped scarf from where it had been draped since last night because he sometimes slept with it on and slid it around Maddie's neck gently. Her eyes widened in surprise - she rarely saw Abel without this scarf on. She reached a slender hand hand up to stroke the soft fabric with a smile. The Canadian took a step closer to him and wrapped her arms around his torso since she was pretty small in comparison to him, and hugged him tightly.

"Je t'aime.." She whispered after a moment, but was too quiet for him to hear clearly. Madeline then let him go and walked to the door, now headed out to her house, lower face buried lovingly in the fabric of Abel's scarf.