Ass-Creed: Biscuits

Without missing a single keystroke, Shaun smiled to himself as arms wrapped around his shoulders, and a wet kiss pressed against the back of his neck.

"Hey. Want anything from the shops? I mean, aside from tea?"

"No. Thanks." Shaun replied, his eyes flicking back to the screen. "Oh wait! Get me something sweet to nibble on."

"Aw. Am I not sweet enough for you, babe?" Desmond pouted, leaning his head on Shaun's shoulder.

"You're plenty sweet, Desmond, but I can't eat you. That would make me a cannibal and  put me out of a boyfriend." Shaun paused, smiling. "So grab me a sweet treat?"

"You got it babe." Desmond turned his head, smiling. Shaun turned to catch his mouth for a kiss, licking his lips when Desmond pulled back.

"I'll be back." Desmond stated seriously, making Shaun roll his eyes.

"Go on, get gone. Idiot." Shaun smirked as Desmond left, chatting loudly to Rebecca.

"Well. I never thought I'd see you happy again." Lucy commented from her computer desk.

"What on Earth do you mean by that?" Shaun asked, double-checking his work. He turned to look at Lucy, who was smiling wistfully.

"You're so loved up, it's so cute." She smiled, her head in her hands. "What's Des like as a boyfriend?"

"He's annoying, stuck up, stubborn, and an American jack-ass for most of the time." Shaun grinned. "But he's so kind, thoughtful, and he doesn't care how much I insult him, he doesn't care that I don't always have time to chat...He's the best thing that has ever happened to me. And I love him for it."

Lucy smiled, her arms crossing. "That's sweet, coming from you. Why don't you guys have a movie night or something when he gets back?"

Interested, Shaun raised an eyebrow. "Why? What have you got planned?"

"Well, not that it's your business, but Becca and I are having a girl's night out." Lucy blushed a little, scratching at her cheek nervously. Shaun blinked at her.

"Really?"

"Oh come on, is it that hard to believe? I like her, and I want us to have something like you and Des have."

"Like...you think very highly about our relationship, don't you?" Shaun smiled, feeling proud. He and Desmond were a good couple.

"Maybe a little less argumentative. You can get worked up when we don't understand an English euphemism."

"I bloody well don't."

"Shaun, it took me a month to learn what a pratt was. And another month to learn what 'poncy' meant." Lucy giggled. "And before you start another of your 'I'm as vanilla as they come!' rants, I'll tell you now that you are terrible for using slang. Especially around Des."

"I do not!"

"Betcha ten bucks you slip up and argue about something English when he gets back."

"You're on."

Turning back to his work, Shaun continued organising the information he'd collected, and began shifting through what was important, and what was Desmond messing around.

It was almost an hour later when arms wrapped around his neck, and a packet was pushed into his hands. "Hey. Miss me?"

"Like the plague. Welcome back." Shaun grinned as Desmond handed over the pack, smiling. "Hope you like Oreos and Snickerdoodles."

"Yay!" Opening the Oreos, Shaun bit into one and sighed.

"It's been forever since I had biscuits." He mumbled wistfully. Hands gently wrapped around his neck, and he looked up. "What?"

"They're cookies, honey." Desmond chuckled, and pressed a kiss into the stubbly, Oreo-stuffed cheek.

"Wh-Cookies are those things with chocolate chip, these are biscuits, my darling." Shaun protested, swallowing the sweet treat. "Can you grab me a cuppa? I need to dunk these in sweet, sweet tea."

Desmond looked scandalous. "You can't do that, Shaun!"

"What?" Rebecca asked, crossing over. "What can't Shaun do?"

"Dunk my Oreo into tea. I bet all of you five dollars each I can."

"Shaun no! Think of the natural order of the world!" Rebecca cried out, looking across at Desmond. "He's your boyfriend, do something!"

"Milk." Lucy smirked, and placed a glass on Shaun's desk. "That's what you drink with your Oreos."

Shaun stared at the milk, horrified. "What? I am not drinking an entire glass of milk. The mere thought is disgusting..."

"Tch, you can't even eat an Oreo right. Here." Desmond reached down, and fished one of the little treats out of the packet.

"Twist it apart..." He twisted, and the two dark bases were left apart, one with the filling still attached.

"Lick off the cream..." Shaun fought not to groan as Desmond dragged his tongue across the filling laden half, smirking. He put the two bare bases back together.

"Then dunk it in your milk." He dipped them into the glass, and fit the entire thing in his mouth. Shaun swallowed, and bit into the other half of his own Oreo.

"What's wrong with my way?" He asked, pouting. Desmond chuckled, and leaned down for a kiss.

"You're so goddamned English sometimes..." Desmond whispered, and sauntered away, stealing the glass of milk as he left for the comfort of the couch.

Staring at the girls, and back at Desmond, Shaun shook his head in disbelief, and popped another Oreo into his mouth.

"Still a freaking biscuit." He mumbled, chewing the whole thing, much to Rebecca's dismayed cries of "You're still doing it wrong!"