Fanfiction; And In This Crazy Life

Hello everyone! Wow, I've missed coming here everyday to read all your comments. My Internet was down for about five to six days, and finally my housemate managed to fix it. Couldn't get started on any of the updates I'd planned (But I promise you, they'll come...soon-ish? Hee.), plus, I went up to the mountains for a ski trip today.

However, I did get inspiration for a short, fluffy Moses/Bernice fic. I know there's been so much of them both recently in this space, but I just couldn't help with, what with the latest news of them watching the Manchester United match together. What makes it even better is that Man Utd is my favourite football team EVER. I'm an obsessed fan.

So yes, this here is a one-shot, stand-alone short Moses/Bernice fic. Just basically happy interaction, no drama, no angst. Let me know what you think! The title is taken from a super-cute Michael Buble song which I might use for a video later on. Enjoy!

Shutting the door behind him, he sniffed at the air. Something smelt good, and his stomach rumbled a little. “Hey,” he called out.

“Hey, you’re home? I’m in the kitchen,” her voice rang out.

He smiled at the sound of her voice; it had a soothing effect on him after a long day out. Draping his jacket over the couch, he made his way into his kitchen, where she stood watch over the stove. He went up behind her, and wrapped his arms around her waist. “I could get used to this,” he said.

She leant back against his chest as she stirred. “Used to what?”

“Come home after work and finding you in my kitchen,” he teased her.

She giggled. “Yeah well, I’m not planning making it a habit, mister. Don’t you think that you’re going to come home every day and find me here, putting food on the table.” She lifted the ladle out of the pot and brought it to her lips, blowing on it gently before turning around to face him. “Here, give it a try.”

He drank from the ladle, his eyes not leaving hers. “You have no idea how good that tastes.”

“Sweet-talker,” she smirked at him, before turning back to the stove and turning it off. “I took your mum out for dinner just now, by the way. Your mum’s brilliant, she said that all the reporters would be covering the pageant, and that no one would be following us.” She took off her apron and chuckled, “I can’t believe I didn’t think of that. True enough, we had a great dinner with no one following us.”

He laughed along with her. “Of course, my mum takes after me, after all.”

She rolled her eyes playfully at him, and let him lead her out of the kitchen. “So, how was the event?”

“Okay,” he shrugged. “You know how pageants are.”

“Gee, being surrounded by 20 pretty girls? How tough, poor you,” she joked.

He laughed at her antics. “None of them had anything on you. You would’ve beaten them all flat, seriously.”

“You’re just saying that so you’ll get some soup later.”

“Well, you came specially to make the soup for me, didn’t you?” he reached out for her and pulled her to him, his hands resting on the small of her back. Almost instantly, he felt her wrapping her arms around him, her hands gently caressing the back of his neck. “And besides, I know you can’t resist me,” he teased her.

Laughing, she raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

“Mm-hmm,” he mumbled, as he pressed his lips on her left cheek, and then the right, before brushing her soft lips with his own. “A kiss for a spoon of soup.”

She smiled; he loved it when she did, because her entire face just lit up when her lips broke into a curve. “You’ve got another say, fifteen more spoonfuls to go before you can make a bowl of soup, Mr. Chan.”

He grinned back at her. “The pleasure’s all mine.” He plopped down on the couch, pulling her down on his lap. “So, what’d you do today?”

“Oh!” she exclaimed, sounding like a little girl. “I meant to tell you earlier. I finally caught up on those recorded Heart of Greed episodes.”

He felt a little nervous. Her opinion mattered to him so much. “What do you think?” he asked.

“I loved it,” her eyes lit up. “You were amazing.” She traced little circles on his palm with her fingers. “Although, I have to admit, I was a little jealous,” she joked.

“Jealous?” Worriedly, he pulled her closer to him, his arm tightening around her. “You don’t have to-”

“Relax,” she laughed at his expression, while she played with the tips of his hair at his neck. “I’m joking. It was a bit difficult to watch your romantic scenes with her, but hey, I was most professional and watched as a viewer, and not as your girlfriend.”

He smiled back at her, as his palm splayed across the back of her waist where her tee shirt had ridden up, holding her to him. “So professional, huh?” he teased her.

“Uh-huh,” she smirked. “And with my professional eye, with utmost fairness, I have come to the conclusion that you will win best actor at the anniversary awards this year.

“You’re biased!” he laughed.

Shaking her head, she said, “Hey, of course I’m a biased girlfriend. But I’m not just all that; I also really, really, really think you deserve it this year.” She kissed him on the side of his forehead. “Honestly.”

He felt himself grinning from ear to ear; he just couldn’t help it. Of course he hoped he’d get it. It was what he worked hard for every year. The coveted Best Actor award. But it meant even more that she’d thought so. “So, what do I get from you if I do?”

“More soup?” she quipped, and then giggled, when he mock-glared at her. “A kiss, then.”

“A kiss, huh,” he laughed as he pretended to ponder her prize. “Just a kiss?”

She nodded, trying to fight back her laughter. “Just a kiss.”

“Well,” he said, his voice serious, his heart racing. “What if I decide to claim that kiss during the award show?”

Her expression changed when she realized what he was saying. “Wha- I mean- Are you serious?”

“I’ve never been more serious of anything in my life,” he smiled at her. It all felt perfectly right now. Suddenly nothing mattered anymore. Except the both of them. “I love you.”

“I know you do,” she caressed his cheek. “And I love you too. That’s enough for me.”

“No, but that’s not enough for me,” he said, his eyes darkening with passion. “I love you. And I know you know that. But I want everyone else to know too.” He waited for her answer, holding his breath without knowing it.

She gazed back at him, and slowly, her mouth broke into a big smile. “Kiss me now.”

He chuckled, feeling relieved and elated all at the same time. “Is that a yes?”

“It’s not going to be if you don’t kiss me now,” she teased him, barely able to finish her sentence before his lips met hers. There was nothing more perfect than this. She kissed him back, losing herself in his touch, his breath.

The soup in the kitchen wasn’t hot anymore, but neither of them cared. After all, it didn’t matter. It was the both of them that did.



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