Fic: Morning After (CSI:NY, Mac/Don, FRT-13)

[kathierif_fic]

Title: Morning After
Author: kathierif_fic
Fandom: CSI:NY
Pairing: Mac Taylor/Don Flack
Rating: FRT-13
Disclaimer: Not mine
Summary: Mac makes breakfast for Don after a late night out.
Author's Note: written as a fill here at comment_fic. Prompt was: CSI:NY, Don/Mac, Mac makes breakfast for Don after a late night out.



Maybe, Mac thinks as he flips the pancake and neatly deposits it on top of the stack already on the plate, they shouldn't have watched that zombie movie after they stumbled into the apartment last night, when it had been so late that it was already early again, and they both have to work today. But some days are just so bad that they need that drink after, they need to sit at a bar and not even talk a lot to remind themselves and each other that there is good in the world, not just the kind of monster that cuts children into little cubes and puts them into the freezer, and when they came home last night, Don sprawled out over the couch and it was too silent, the memories and the details of the case coming back, and Mac hadn't protested when Don had reached for the remote and turned on the TV.

His lips twitch slightly as he pours a cup of coffee for himself. He makes sure that the stove is turned off, adds sugar to his cup and then turns toward the bedroom.

"You do sound like one of those zombies from that movie you made me watch," he says, amusement and fondness tinging his voice as he leans against the doorframe.

"I hate you," comes the muffled reply, followed by another groan. "What time is it?"

"Still early." Mac pushes himself off the door and takes a few steps into the room. "I made breakfast, if you're up to it."

The word breakfast makes the mound of blankets and sheets and pillows heaped in the middle of his bed finally move.

"Breakfast?" Don asks, his voice a mix of hopefulness and the nausea he's most likely feeling, as his head appears, hair sticking up wildly. "Coffee?"

"And pancakes." Mac watches in amusement as Don struggles to sit up. "If you want them."

Don pushes his fingers through his hair and reaches with the same move for the closest article of clothing that belongs to him.

"What are you talking about, of course I want them," he mumbles and pulls his underwear up his legs. "Give me five minutes."

Mac grins and takes a sip of his coffee, and when Don stumbles by, on his way to the bathroom, he catches him with a steady hand on his hip and presses a short good-morning-kiss to the corner of his mouth. Don is still sleep-warm, his eyes slightly unfocused, but Mac knows it won't stay like that for long.

Not if pancakes and coffee are involved. He knows how much Don likes pancakes, especially after a few drinks too many; and he knows that Don knew perfectly well what he's been doing. The stubborn refusal to get up before the pancakes were done, it's all part of Don's morning-after-drinking ritual, and Mac likes to indulge him sometimes, when there is time and no new cases chasing them out of bed.

"Morning," he murmurs into Don's stubbled cheek.

"Morning," Don murmurs back and wraps his arms around Mac, and today they're lucky enough that they are not getting interrupted by a ringing cell phone and a new case and can sit down for a quiet breakfast that does more to soothe the details about the case than drinking ever could.

Comments

[ginny305.livejournal.com]

I think what I liked most about this was your ability to include zombies.

[mistokath13.livejournal.com]

LOL. They are everywhere? :))