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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: Fingers in the Dirt
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 951
Summary: Andrej has a little downtime so he thought it would be a good time for some yardwork.
Author’s Note: Written for the ‘gardening’ prompt on my card for round 18 at genprompt_bingo.
Andrej dug through his dresser until he found the old workpants he’d had forever and a t-shirt that had seen better days. Pulling on his clothes, he grabbed a pair of socks and headed for the living room. He sat down and put his socks onto his feet.
“Here’s the hat you asked for, Zek, but I still don’t get what you need it for,” Zayne said. He held out his old cowboy had, a strange smile on his face.
“I cannot find my ballcap,” Andrej said, standing up and taking the hat. “I wanted to go work in the yard, but I did not want to be burnt when I am done.”
“Ah,” Zayne said, nodding. “Go for it, this old girl will protect you from the rays of hell, she will.”
“Thank you,” Andrej said, putting the hat on his head. “I will go buy another hat soon, but I did not know mine was missing until now.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Zayne said, studying his boyfriend. “You look really damn cute in that though. We need to get you a pair of boots next.”
“We will come back to that,” Andrej said with a laugh. “I will be out back if you need me.”
“Let me know if you need any help,” Zayne said. “The narco said he’d be over around dinnertime.”
“I should not be that long,” he said. “But let me know if he arrives before I am done.”
Zayne promised and Andrej headed out the back door. Sitting in one of the patio chairs, he pulled on the shoes he kept outside for yardwork. He did his best to keep up with it, despite the long hours he and Zayne often worked. If pressed, he could afford to hire someone to do it for him, but he enjoyed being outside and working with his hands when he could. Zayne would generally mow the lawn if asked, but the garden was all his.
Surveying the portion of the yard he’d allocated to his garden, he saw several fat, red tomatoes ready to be picked. He grabbed one of the baskets he kept by the garden and plucked the tomatoes, inhaling their rich, fresh scent. Maybe he’d make a fresh pasta sauce for dinner? Yes, that sounded like a perfect dinner. He added a handful of basil leaves to the basket with the tomatoes. In addition to the tomatoes, there were green beans and one zucchini read to be harvested. Those went into the basket as well to be used later in the week. Zayne loved to tease him about his garden but was always excited whenever Andrej returned with a basket full of fresh produce.
The thought of Zayne caused him to look towards the strawberry plants growing on the far side of the garden. He smiled when he saw the plump, ripe berries because he knew that would make James happier than a clam. Strawberry shortcake was apparently on the menu for dessert.
He took the basket of produce to the patio table and set it in the shade. Returning to the garden, he pulled weeds and removed fallen leaves that fell from his neighbor’s tree on the other side of the wall. The plants were doing well, he saw, and were due for some fertilization and fresh soil in a week or two. It mattered to him that they stayed healthy and productive, even though he wasn’t reliant on them to feed himself and his boyfriends.
“You were right,” he heard James’ voice announce sometime later. “He’s out here, digging in the dirt.”
Andrej turned to face his boyfriend and tilted his head upwards. “I was only weeding and picking a few things for dinner, Jay.” Although his hands were covered in soil, he pretended that they weren’t.
“Right,” James said, leaning over him and swiping a thumb across his cheek. “And that’s why you have dirt on your face.”
“It’s kinda cute, don’t you think,” Zayne said affectionately.
“I do,” James grinned. “Are you almost done, Andy? It’s almost four.”
He looked at the garden and although he saw a few things that needed tending, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait. “Yes, I am done.”
Andrej held out his hand and James clasped it in his own, helping Andrej to his feet. He dusted his hands off on his pants and leaned in to give James a kiss.
“Looks like you’re in luck, gingerbread,” Zayne said as he grabbed the basket off the table. “I see strawberries in this basket.”
“Oh god,” James groaned. “Please tell me you were planning on shortbread tonight?”
“I was,” Andrej admitted. “However, can I enlist the two of you to go to the store and get me a few things while I shower?”
“Of course,” James said. “What’s on the menu tonight?”
“Spaghetti pomodoro,” Andrej said. The fresh tomatoes would be best for that. “So, I will need a loaf of crusty bread and some whipping cream for the shortcake.”
“And a bottle of wine,” Zayne added with a wink. “I mean, you can’t eat Italian without wine, right?”
Andrej laughed and shook his head. “Suit yourself, but hurry back.”
“Trust me, I’m never late for dinner,” Zayne said, kissing Andrej before taking the basket into the house.
“I’ll keep him from buying everything in the store while we’re there,” James added. “Enjoy your shower.”
“I will,” Andrej said. “Be careful, I do not want to eat dinner alone.” Not tonight or any night, he thought, watching his lovers leave for the store. With a sigh, he headed for the shower, knowing that they wouldn’t be gone long. Especially not if food was in the near future.
Fandom: Romani Detective Original Fiction
Pairing: Andrej Zeklos/James Rosewood/Zayne Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 951
Summary: Andrej has a little downtime so he thought it would be a good time for some yardwork.
Author’s Note: Written for the ‘gardening’ prompt on my card for round 18 at genprompt_bingo.
Andrej dug through his dresser until he found the old workpants he’d had forever and a t-shirt that had seen better days. Pulling on his clothes, he grabbed a pair of socks and headed for the living room. He sat down and put his socks onto his feet.
“Here’s the hat you asked for, Zek, but I still don’t get what you need it for,” Zayne said. He held out his old cowboy had, a strange smile on his face.
“I cannot find my ballcap,” Andrej said, standing up and taking the hat. “I wanted to go work in the yard, but I did not want to be burnt when I am done.”
“Ah,” Zayne said, nodding. “Go for it, this old girl will protect you from the rays of hell, she will.”
“Thank you,” Andrej said, putting the hat on his head. “I will go buy another hat soon, but I did not know mine was missing until now.”
“Don’t worry about it,” Zayne said, studying his boyfriend. “You look really damn cute in that though. We need to get you a pair of boots next.”
“We will come back to that,” Andrej said with a laugh. “I will be out back if you need me.”
“Let me know if you need any help,” Zayne said. “The narco said he’d be over around dinnertime.”
“I should not be that long,” he said. “But let me know if he arrives before I am done.”
Zayne promised and Andrej headed out the back door. Sitting in one of the patio chairs, he pulled on the shoes he kept outside for yardwork. He did his best to keep up with it, despite the long hours he and Zayne often worked. If pressed, he could afford to hire someone to do it for him, but he enjoyed being outside and working with his hands when he could. Zayne would generally mow the lawn if asked, but the garden was all his.
Surveying the portion of the yard he’d allocated to his garden, he saw several fat, red tomatoes ready to be picked. He grabbed one of the baskets he kept by the garden and plucked the tomatoes, inhaling their rich, fresh scent. Maybe he’d make a fresh pasta sauce for dinner? Yes, that sounded like a perfect dinner. He added a handful of basil leaves to the basket with the tomatoes. In addition to the tomatoes, there were green beans and one zucchini read to be harvested. Those went into the basket as well to be used later in the week. Zayne loved to tease him about his garden but was always excited whenever Andrej returned with a basket full of fresh produce.
The thought of Zayne caused him to look towards the strawberry plants growing on the far side of the garden. He smiled when he saw the plump, ripe berries because he knew that would make James happier than a clam. Strawberry shortcake was apparently on the menu for dessert.
He took the basket of produce to the patio table and set it in the shade. Returning to the garden, he pulled weeds and removed fallen leaves that fell from his neighbor’s tree on the other side of the wall. The plants were doing well, he saw, and were due for some fertilization and fresh soil in a week or two. It mattered to him that they stayed healthy and productive, even though he wasn’t reliant on them to feed himself and his boyfriends.
“You were right,” he heard James’ voice announce sometime later. “He’s out here, digging in the dirt.”
Andrej turned to face his boyfriend and tilted his head upwards. “I was only weeding and picking a few things for dinner, Jay.” Although his hands were covered in soil, he pretended that they weren’t.
“Right,” James said, leaning over him and swiping a thumb across his cheek. “And that’s why you have dirt on your face.”
“It’s kinda cute, don’t you think,” Zayne said affectionately.
“I do,” James grinned. “Are you almost done, Andy? It’s almost four.”
He looked at the garden and although he saw a few things that needed tending, it wasn’t anything that couldn’t wait. “Yes, I am done.”
Andrej held out his hand and James clasped it in his own, helping Andrej to his feet. He dusted his hands off on his pants and leaned in to give James a kiss.
“Looks like you’re in luck, gingerbread,” Zayne said as he grabbed the basket off the table. “I see strawberries in this basket.”
“Oh god,” James groaned. “Please tell me you were planning on shortbread tonight?”
“I was,” Andrej admitted. “However, can I enlist the two of you to go to the store and get me a few things while I shower?”
“Of course,” James said. “What’s on the menu tonight?”
“Spaghetti pomodoro,” Andrej said. The fresh tomatoes would be best for that. “So, I will need a loaf of crusty bread and some whipping cream for the shortcake.”
“And a bottle of wine,” Zayne added with a wink. “I mean, you can’t eat Italian without wine, right?”
Andrej laughed and shook his head. “Suit yourself, but hurry back.”
“Trust me, I’m never late for dinner,” Zayne said, kissing Andrej before taking the basket into the house.
“I’ll keep him from buying everything in the store while we’re there,” James added. “Enjoy your shower.”
“I will,” Andrej said. “Be careful, I do not want to eat dinner alone.” Not tonight or any night, he thought, watching his lovers leave for the store. With a sigh, he headed for the shower, knowing that they wouldn’t be gone long. Especially not if food was in the near future.
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Date: 2020-04-19 08:29 pm (UTC)The boys get to benefit from it. ;)
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Date: 2020-04-19 09:35 pm (UTC)Yup, and you know Zayne is thankful, too. Hahaha.