Winter Fest Bingo 4: Honeymoon Magic
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kiramaru7Title: Honeymoon Magic
Prompt: Snow
Fandom: original
Characters: Didi, Tino, mention of Cesare, Luigi, Julio & Bernd
Word count: 1425
Rating: PG13
Summary: Didi and Tino brave a snow storm for a quick trip to the store…
Warning: Fluff
Author’s notes: Thanks go out to my beta, Kat, for pinking this for me. Thanks also to my other beta, Jen, for coming up with a title.
Dieter Pawlitzki stood in front of the window of their apartment, watching it snow. He was still dressed in his pajamas, his bathrobe hanging loosely open, while he drank his coffee. Valentino, his life-partner, was still asleep, so Didi was left alone with his thoughts. As he gazed out the window, he realized that this was going to be his first Christmas as a married man. He and Tino had had a small wedding at his father’s house this past summer. It was attended by family and friends, with his beloved making it an affair to remember by surprising everyone, the groom included, when he got married in a wedding dress. That led to warm thoughts about Tino.
He was very much in love with the quirky Italian. Everyone said Tino marched to his own drum as he liked to do things his own way and on his own time. He was artistic and several of his paintings hung in the small gallery Didi worked in as their bookkeeper until he could save up enough money on the side to pursue his dream of becoming a veterinarian. Like his older brother, Didi married his childhood sweetheart and just like Bernd and Amber, Didi was friends with Tino for as long as he could remember. Shy and studious, despite looking like the stereotypical jock he was, Tino got Didi to come out of his shell. So while Didi learned how to live a little, he in turn taught Tino how to be grounded. It was as his Onkle Luigi put it, a match made in Heaven.
Tino padded softly in his socks over to his life-partner. He was also still in pajamas, his bathrobe, an old kimono he found in a thrift shop, hanging open. Tino wrapped his arms around Didi. “Morning!” he chirped.
“Morning,” Didi said.
Tino giggled. He loved how deep and rumbly his beloved’s voice was. “It’ll be Christmas soon.”
“Yeah.” Didi put his hand on Tino’s. He gave it a little squeeze.
“I hope it’s not snowing too hard. I need to go and pick up the shrimp and some cod.”
“I thought your brother was hosting the Feast of the Seven Fishes at his house?”
“He is.”
“Doesn’t he have his girlfriend and Julio and his wife to help him?”
“He does, but I’ve always made Mama’s fish balls and scampi when Nonno said I was big enough to cook on my own. Besides, Cesare cooks all the time in the restaurant and he could use a break.” Tino moved to face Didi. “I thought you liked my cooking?”
“I do,” Didi soothed. “I just…” he sighed. “Never mind. Let’s go eat breakfast and then we can go to supermarket and get what you need.”
“Okay, although, I wish I could get the stuff Cesare gets.” Tino pouted and Didi could help thinking how adorable he looked.
“The frozen shrimp isn’t bad and they have fresh cod and I think they also have fresh shrimp too at the fish counter.” Didi poured them each a cup of coffee that he brought to the table, while Tino brought the last of the sweet roll Didi had made on Sunday. They sat down at the table.
“That’s true,” Tino said. He drank his coffee and buttered a swet roll, before taking a bite.
“And while we’re there, I can pick up what I need to make some stolen and pandoro, and those little cookies you like.” Didi smiled. He helped himself to a roll.
“Cavallucci?” Tino smiled back at him. “Are you sure you’re not Italian? The ones you make are better than the ones you get in the Italian bakery!”
Didi blushed. He nodded and said, “Yes, I’m sure,” he smiled shyly before continuing, “maybe I was Italian in my previous life?”
“Definitely! That’s why I love you!” He giggled as Didi’s blush deepened in color. “Hurry! Let’s go get what we need and then we can come back and have some cappuccinos and that cake you made last night!”
“Okay.”
They quickly finished eating. While Tino went to get dressed, Didi took the time to clean up the remains of their breakfasts. When he was done, he also went and got dressed and it was not long before they were heading out of their apartment.
They stepped out into a winter wonderland; everything was covered in a blanket of snow. Didi hoped they could get everything quickly, as it was snowing a bit heavier than it had been, plus most places had not gotten around to shoveling the sidewalk in front of their storefront. Luckily, they only lived two blocks from the supermarket. While Didi dragged their shopping cart behind them, Tino clung to his arm to keep from slipping, or so he claimed. Even though it was a simple shopping trip, it felt like the most romantic thing in the world to Didi. He was glad it was cold and he was bundled up as he was sure his cheeks were pink and blaming it on the weather seemed like a good way to avoid his beloved’s teasing.
Tino giggled.
“What?”
“Nothing…” Tino gave him a knowing look.
Didi, easily flustered, coughed and frowned.
“Love you,” Tino said softly as he leaned on his life-partner.
Didi turned his head and glanced sown at him. “Me too.”
“Good, we’re here! Let’s hurry up and get what we need and go home and snuggle, okay?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Didi replied as visions of snuggling with Tino danced in his head.
“Yay!”
They entered the supermarket and despite the crowds, they managed to get in and out without too much trouble. They even managed to pick up something for dinner. Stepping out into the cold, Tino shivered. Didi looked at him and smiled an apology. His hands full of the bags that held their groceries, he was unable to hold him close. Tino held onto his life-partner’s arm as they walked home. It felt like the longest two blocks in existence, but they were soon home.
While Didi put the groceries away, Tino got a fire going in the fireplace. Grabbing the throw off the back of the sofa, Tino wrapped himself in it and settled back to watch the fire. He wished Didi would hurry up as it should not have taken that long to put them away. Tino glanced over at the kitchen.
“I’ll make some cocoa,” Didi said as he popped a tray of the ready to make holiday cookies Tino snuck into their basket, into the oven. He set the timer, before filling the kettle and putting it on the stove to boil. By the time the cocoa was ready, the cookies were nearly ready to come out of the oven.
“You made cookies too?” Tino said as he inhaled the scent of freshly baked cookies. “When’d you have time to make them?”
“Those are the cookies you tossed into the basket.”
“They smell good!”
The timer went off and Didi checked on the cookies. They were a light golden brown and grabbing the oven mitts, he took them out of the oven. While they sat on top of the stove cooling enough to remove them from the tray, Didi looked for his cooling racks.
Tino got up and wandered into the kitchen. “Are they ready?” he said, helping himself to a mug of cocoa. He sipped it, the chocolaty goodness warming him up.
“Not yet,” Didi said. Spatula in hand, he was busy putting the cookies on the cooling rack. “I’ll make more cocoa when they’re ready, okay?”
“Yay!” Tino said as he set his cup down and hugged his life-partner from behind. He giggled when he noticed Didi’s ears were bright pink, a sure sign his beloved was blushing. Fifteen minutes later, he was back on the sofa, cuddling with Didi and munching on cookies. As much as he loved Didi’s homemade cookies, these quick and easy ones were a second favorite. Tino often made them when his life-partner was away at work and he was home, working on a painting. “Thanks, Didi,” he said with a kiss.
“You’re welcome,” Didi murmured against Tino’s lips. If all it took to make his life-partner happy was a package of ready to make cookies, he was all for it. Taking a quick glance out the window when they came up for air, Didi thought being snowbound in front of a roaring fire just added to what Tino called “honeymoon magic.” Holding Tino close, he never felt happier.
Prompt: Snow
Fandom: original
Characters: Didi, Tino, mention of Cesare, Luigi, Julio & Bernd
Word count: 1425
Rating: PG13
Summary: Didi and Tino brave a snow storm for a quick trip to the store…
Warning: Fluff
Author’s notes: Thanks go out to my beta, Kat, for pinking this for me. Thanks also to my other beta, Jen, for coming up with a title.
Dieter Pawlitzki stood in front of the window of their apartment, watching it snow. He was still dressed in his pajamas, his bathrobe hanging loosely open, while he drank his coffee. Valentino, his life-partner, was still asleep, so Didi was left alone with his thoughts. As he gazed out the window, he realized that this was going to be his first Christmas as a married man. He and Tino had had a small wedding at his father’s house this past summer. It was attended by family and friends, with his beloved making it an affair to remember by surprising everyone, the groom included, when he got married in a wedding dress. That led to warm thoughts about Tino.
He was very much in love with the quirky Italian. Everyone said Tino marched to his own drum as he liked to do things his own way and on his own time. He was artistic and several of his paintings hung in the small gallery Didi worked in as their bookkeeper until he could save up enough money on the side to pursue his dream of becoming a veterinarian. Like his older brother, Didi married his childhood sweetheart and just like Bernd and Amber, Didi was friends with Tino for as long as he could remember. Shy and studious, despite looking like the stereotypical jock he was, Tino got Didi to come out of his shell. So while Didi learned how to live a little, he in turn taught Tino how to be grounded. It was as his Onkle Luigi put it, a match made in Heaven.
Tino padded softly in his socks over to his life-partner. He was also still in pajamas, his bathrobe, an old kimono he found in a thrift shop, hanging open. Tino wrapped his arms around Didi. “Morning!” he chirped.
“Morning,” Didi said.
Tino giggled. He loved how deep and rumbly his beloved’s voice was. “It’ll be Christmas soon.”
“Yeah.” Didi put his hand on Tino’s. He gave it a little squeeze.
“I hope it’s not snowing too hard. I need to go and pick up the shrimp and some cod.”
“I thought your brother was hosting the Feast of the Seven Fishes at his house?”
“He is.”
“Doesn’t he have his girlfriend and Julio and his wife to help him?”
“He does, but I’ve always made Mama’s fish balls and scampi when Nonno said I was big enough to cook on my own. Besides, Cesare cooks all the time in the restaurant and he could use a break.” Tino moved to face Didi. “I thought you liked my cooking?”
“I do,” Didi soothed. “I just…” he sighed. “Never mind. Let’s go eat breakfast and then we can go to supermarket and get what you need.”
“Okay, although, I wish I could get the stuff Cesare gets.” Tino pouted and Didi could help thinking how adorable he looked.
“The frozen shrimp isn’t bad and they have fresh cod and I think they also have fresh shrimp too at the fish counter.” Didi poured them each a cup of coffee that he brought to the table, while Tino brought the last of the sweet roll Didi had made on Sunday. They sat down at the table.
“That’s true,” Tino said. He drank his coffee and buttered a swet roll, before taking a bite.
“And while we’re there, I can pick up what I need to make some stolen and pandoro, and those little cookies you like.” Didi smiled. He helped himself to a roll.
“Cavallucci?” Tino smiled back at him. “Are you sure you’re not Italian? The ones you make are better than the ones you get in the Italian bakery!”
Didi blushed. He nodded and said, “Yes, I’m sure,” he smiled shyly before continuing, “maybe I was Italian in my previous life?”
“Definitely! That’s why I love you!” He giggled as Didi’s blush deepened in color. “Hurry! Let’s go get what we need and then we can come back and have some cappuccinos and that cake you made last night!”
“Okay.”
They quickly finished eating. While Tino went to get dressed, Didi took the time to clean up the remains of their breakfasts. When he was done, he also went and got dressed and it was not long before they were heading out of their apartment.
They stepped out into a winter wonderland; everything was covered in a blanket of snow. Didi hoped they could get everything quickly, as it was snowing a bit heavier than it had been, plus most places had not gotten around to shoveling the sidewalk in front of their storefront. Luckily, they only lived two blocks from the supermarket. While Didi dragged their shopping cart behind them, Tino clung to his arm to keep from slipping, or so he claimed. Even though it was a simple shopping trip, it felt like the most romantic thing in the world to Didi. He was glad it was cold and he was bundled up as he was sure his cheeks were pink and blaming it on the weather seemed like a good way to avoid his beloved’s teasing.
Tino giggled.
“What?”
“Nothing…” Tino gave him a knowing look.
Didi, easily flustered, coughed and frowned.
“Love you,” Tino said softly as he leaned on his life-partner.
Didi turned his head and glanced sown at him. “Me too.”
“Good, we’re here! Let’s hurry up and get what we need and go home and snuggle, okay?”
“Sounds like a good idea,” Didi replied as visions of snuggling with Tino danced in his head.
“Yay!”
They entered the supermarket and despite the crowds, they managed to get in and out without too much trouble. They even managed to pick up something for dinner. Stepping out into the cold, Tino shivered. Didi looked at him and smiled an apology. His hands full of the bags that held their groceries, he was unable to hold him close. Tino held onto his life-partner’s arm as they walked home. It felt like the longest two blocks in existence, but they were soon home.
While Didi put the groceries away, Tino got a fire going in the fireplace. Grabbing the throw off the back of the sofa, Tino wrapped himself in it and settled back to watch the fire. He wished Didi would hurry up as it should not have taken that long to put them away. Tino glanced over at the kitchen.
“I’ll make some cocoa,” Didi said as he popped a tray of the ready to make holiday cookies Tino snuck into their basket, into the oven. He set the timer, before filling the kettle and putting it on the stove to boil. By the time the cocoa was ready, the cookies were nearly ready to come out of the oven.
“You made cookies too?” Tino said as he inhaled the scent of freshly baked cookies. “When’d you have time to make them?”
“Those are the cookies you tossed into the basket.”
“They smell good!”
The timer went off and Didi checked on the cookies. They were a light golden brown and grabbing the oven mitts, he took them out of the oven. While they sat on top of the stove cooling enough to remove them from the tray, Didi looked for his cooling racks.
Tino got up and wandered into the kitchen. “Are they ready?” he said, helping himself to a mug of cocoa. He sipped it, the chocolaty goodness warming him up.
“Not yet,” Didi said. Spatula in hand, he was busy putting the cookies on the cooling rack. “I’ll make more cocoa when they’re ready, okay?”
“Yay!” Tino said as he set his cup down and hugged his life-partner from behind. He giggled when he noticed Didi’s ears were bright pink, a sure sign his beloved was blushing. Fifteen minutes later, he was back on the sofa, cuddling with Didi and munching on cookies. As much as he loved Didi’s homemade cookies, these quick and easy ones were a second favorite. Tino often made them when his life-partner was away at work and he was home, working on a painting. “Thanks, Didi,” he said with a kiss.
“You’re welcome,” Didi murmured against Tino’s lips. If all it took to make his life-partner happy was a package of ready to make cookies, he was all for it. Taking a quick glance out the window when they came up for air, Didi thought being snowbound in front of a roaring fire just added to what Tino called “honeymoon magic.” Holding Tino close, he never felt happier.
