Ben & Ender's house on Shakespeare [some evening]

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Ben was curled up on the sofa with Ender's rather dry book on anatomy after Ben's research into the subject had brought up suggestions like "Bend Over," "Eating Out," and other titles that had sent Ben into an unhelpful cycle of flail. (Jane had a wicked sense of humor, not that Ben knew that.)

He had a dish of ice cream while he waited for dinner to warm up--his only outward sign of nerves--and kept glancing at the door waiting for Ender to come home.

Just another night, right? If he kept repeating that to himself, maybe he'd believe it.

[OOC: This is going to get waaaaaaay NWS, methinks. For the boy.]

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So did Ender.

"This is pretty good," he said, a few mouthfuls in.

Of course, he wasn't exactly a foodie.

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Ben beamed anyway. "Thanks."

He'd worked hard on it.

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Ender quirked a little smile at him. "So how has your day been?" he asked.

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"Good," Ben said with an answering smile. "I haven't given you food poisoning."

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Ender laughed. "Well, it'll be a few hours before we figure that out if you did," he teased.

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"Let's be optimistic, all right?" Ben teased back, poking him.

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"Mhm, fine," Ender said, kissing his cheek. "But really, thank you for putting this all together."

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"You're welcome," Ben said, nudging his shoulder against Ender's.

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Ender nudged his shoulder back, and took another bite of his steak. "So did you really spend all day cooking?"

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"A few hours tops," Ben said. "I spent time over with the speeders, too."

Because Ben tinkered when he was nervous.

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"Get some headway?" Ender asked. "You know Abra's been asking whether he can look at the skimmers with you."

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"I did," Ben said, nodding. "Tell Abra to give me a call and I'll show him what I did."

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"I think he'd be excited," Ender said, smiling a little. "He already complains about most of the adults underestimating him. I think we can relate."

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"Maybe a little," Ben said with a grin. "I'll let him get his hands dirty."

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"He'll appreciate it," Ender said, finishing off his steak with just a few more bites.

Some of the potatoes bit the bucket, too.

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"You almost finished your plate," Ben said, sounding pleased. He knew how rare that was.

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"It was good food," Ender said, smiling. "It felt like a waste to leave it."

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Ben kissed his cheek again. "I'm glad you liked it."

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Ender's smile broadened a little. "So is this a date?"

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"I think so," Ben said. "Should we put on music or something?"

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"Yes," Ender deadpanned, "Bring on the Marvin Gaye."

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Ben blushed. "Well, maybe not that..."

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Ender leaned in and kissed him softly. "Put on music if you want to," he said more earnestly, "I'm fine either way."

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"I think it might be nice to not feel like there's this big silence just waiting to be filled," Ben admitted.

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Ender sighed.

Wryly, he said, "Poor choice of words, Ben Skywalker."