A Normal Day - 7:30 pm

All day's training was exhausting, even for someone as vigorous as Piers. Therefore they often opted for food delivery or pickup. On less demanding days, they would get some fresh produce and cook. Nothing too fancy though, Chris was the better cook between them two, and all he managed to make was the recipes that had "easy" or "simple" in the names. This, however, did not stop them from enjoying cooking together. Simply put, good team work, passable food, horrible kitchen aftermath.    
Today, however, was not one of the less demanding days. Piers scoffed down the pizza slices and his can of beer, not paying any attention to the football game Chris was watching.    
"I didn't know you're this hungry," Chris looked at him endearingly, "or we could've left earlier."  
"And turn in your report late?" Piers raised his eyebrows, "I don't think so, captain."    
"Yeah...that's my bad," Chris handed him a napkin, "how do you like me to make it up to you?"    
"Oh?" Piers stared at his lover's stern face for a moment, "captain, if you're flirting, it's terrible."    
"Errr, I was actually thinking maybe we could stop the game and do something else, you know, something you like," Chris attempted to reach the remote, but was stopped by Piers. The sniper cradled his chin, gently pressing their lips together.  
"That's fine," Piers replied, "let's watch the game." He snuggled to Chris, feeling relaxed and lazy. After some twenty minutes, Piers slid down and pillowed his head on Chris' lap, "I'm gonna take a nap now," he murmured, "wake me up when it's over...and you can make it up to me then."    
"As you wish," Chris placed his hand on his lieutenant's chest, thumb making slow but gentle circles.

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Ok, finally home with more privacy now, and the series is about to end. Now I feel so disconsolate.. _(:з√∠)_