Welcome to Gaia! ::

once a week

Jeremiah would come home to find the house mostly straightened. Someone had gone through the jacket chair, consolidated, and sent things out to be dry cleaned or washed. Their week's worth of stray mugs and teacups seemed to have been gathered up from around the house and pieces of furniture were as cat hair free as anyone had seen them in a while.

It also smelled like home cooking. Home cooking. In fact Jeremiah would be able to tell is smelled like Lucille's food.

once a week

"Kitchen!" School was over which left him double the amount of free time now that he had actual employees at the bookshop. He'd sort of relished in the free time since it was fresh but by the end of the summer he'd probably be stewing and looking to do anything else.

May as well reap the benefits while they lasted, besides he wanted to do something nice for Jeremiah- more than the usual things, especially since the detective had been making the extra effort for him. It was nice though, being able to actually enjoy the relationship instead of jumping from one catastrophe to the next. The hadn't actually been given the time until now.

Thankfully Jeremiah didn't have to worry much about him rearranging the kitchen, though it was a bit cleaner and the cats seemed to be behaving, both in designated seats because Algie had a knack for ignoring them until they gave up.

Whatever was cooking was hidden, baking in the oven. Alg was as casual as he got in waking hours, a pullover jumper and trousers but his hair was tousled in a way you know he hadn't done more than drag a comb through it once.

"Hello Love.." He approached for a kiss.

once a week

Alg returned the kisses, ear turning pink because the besotted feeling was obviously returned. Always had and always would and all of this, the house and the domestic nonsense, was probably what he'd wanted all along.

"There's time on dinner if you want to change." He lifted to kiss the other again, running a broad hand along Jeremiah's stubbly cheek a moment before he set back down.

"And I've got something for you."

once a week

"Oh stuff it-" Especially after Jeremiah had been gifting him and taking him out recently. The silver haired man was given a whack on the behind, "Go change."

When Jeremiah eventually came back down Alg was in the living room and there were two cold beers for them on the coffee table. On top of the piano there was a box that had been opened but clearly came in the mail today. It was from Alg's dad and had some of his belongings in it.

He'd find the beers had also been in there, carefully wrapped and smuggled and declared. It was from his local pub. Near the beers were two wrapped up packages, one longer and flatter than the other.

once a week

"I won't take credit for them," He chuckled, "I knew he would be sending me some things but I didn't know about the beer. That was just pleasant coincidence. We'll have to call him and thank him."

Alg sat with him, leaning to take a sip of his beer and making a very pleased sound. Sorry Borr but this was a special kind of import.

"He did send me my hats though." Alg chuckled. Remembering always hearing a comment when he wore his cap on a misty day. He'd almost bought one or two while he was here but they didn't fit right- and why buy something you already own?

once a week

"Oh and we've got some proper biscuits finally too." He'd already put them away though.

Alg turned his head into the nuzzling, smiling a bit, because even now the affection still gave him stomach tumbles. He pressed his lips to Jeremiah's cheek and leaned back.

"You can open them if you want. Neither are new fancy electronics, I warn in advance."

The smaller package on top was the picture he'd found in Jeremiah's, his mother's, cookbook. It was pressed into a modest frame.

once a week

Alg looked a bit sheepish at the gift. Mostly because it wasn't new but he'd been equally surprised to find it tucked into the cookbook. It also gave him a swell of sorrow but he didn't say anything immediately, just rested his head on Jer's shoulder.

"The other's a bit of a hand me down also.." It was an old portfolio, the type that tied shut with ribbon, except it was all his mother's old sheet music, some with notes written into the margins. Jeremiah may even have learned songs from these exact sheets.

"I think Da's finally..." He didn't want to say moving on, "better with things."