Natalie's Apartment, Port-au-Prince, Haiti, Sunday

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie was expecting a visitor today. And while she was waiting, she'd done various small work-related tasks, and some that were less so. Like baking vanilla bean sugar cookies. Not because there was a little bit of history with her and Jim and vanilla cookies – although there was – but because it was a familiar recipe and she'd brought vanilla beans from Tahiti and it had felt like an occasion for using them.

Also, the cookies made the whole apartment smell great. And they tasted good. Perfect Sunday snack.

[ooc: NFB. For that guy.]

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[pursuedthestars]

Jim was going to be looking better than the last time she saw him, at least. Still bruised and somewhat sore but better. He had a bag over his shoulder and knocked a few times on the door.

He wasn't sure if security had let her know he was coming up but he wasn't trying to surprise her this time either.

[whenshewasnice]

Security hadn't let her know, but that was because she'd let them know he was coming. Mostly so they'd know to expect the bruises and wouldn't flip out over nothing.

She came to the door with a half-eaten cookie in hand. "Hey," she said, once the door had slid open. "Welcome."

[pursuedthestars]

"Hey," Jim said, slipping inside and reaching for that cookie all in one smooth movement. "For me, right?"

[whenshewasnice]

"Sure, if you want my leftovers," Natalie drawled, shifting out of the way a bit. She would've said something about saliva and things, had it not been a bit late to worry about that stuff between them. "There are whole ones waiting, though."

[pursuedthestars]

"I'll eat them too," he decided, popping her half eaten cookie into his mouth and smiling. "Cookies for lunch sounds perfect."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie thumbed the door closed again before reaching up to kiss him on the cheek. He was here and tangible, and she had to take advantage of that. "Well, at least you don't find vanilla bland anymore."

[pursuedthestars]

"I just said that to piss you off," Jim told her, shrugging and smiling down at her. He could do that without pain now so he took advantage. "Vanilla's pretty good."

[whenshewasnice]

"The vanilla I used this time is more than pretty good." Best souvenir she'd ever brought, she was sure. But, she was examining his face. "You're healing okay."

[pursuedthestars]

"Back to spectacularly beautiful?" he wondered.

[whenshewasnice]

"Back to reasonably handome," she countered. "Not raccoon-like to distract from your eyes."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim made a face. "That just means I've still got a ways to go. I don't settle for reasonably handsome."

[whenshewasnice]

"Well, you've still got bruises," Natalie pointed out. "So obviously the healing's not finished."

She shrugged. "I'd still bed you."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim laughed and made his way into her kitchen since he knew there were cookies in there.

"I'm counting on that happening at some point today," he called back to her.

[whenshewasnice]

"You are so greedy," Natalie quipped as she followed him, though she only stood in the doorway to the kitchen. There were cookies on a plate on the table, yes. "Baked goods and sex?"

[pursuedthestars]

Jim picked up another cookie and took a bite out of it before turning around and leaning against her counter.

"Yep."

So yes, he was greedy.

[whenshewasnice]

"It's more fun to accuse people of having faults when they're not that willing to embrace them."

Not that it was surprising he'd own his greed. She pushed away from the door, to pick up another cookie for herself, since he'd so greedily eaten half her last one.

"Good thing I didn't invite you over with plans to refuse you sex."

[pursuedthestars]

"Being greedy is not a fault," he said, finishing his cookie. "Not when it comes to cookies and sex. I'll be selfish all day long."

[whenshewasnice]

"Greed leads to overindulging, which is a fault," Natalie argud, for the sake of lazy arguing, while she nibbled on her cookie. "And selfishness is a different matter entirely."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim thought about it and then shrugged. "I'm happy enough with my faults because they benefit me. I make them work."

[whenshewasnice]

"Of course you do." She nodded. "I don't think your ego would allow you to think otherwise."

[pursuedthestars]

Jim preened while eating another cookie. "And your point is?"

[whenshewasnice]

"That you look very nice, standing there eating my cookies."

That had not been her point but she was goinng with it.

[pursuedthestars]

"You're such an incredible softie," Jim said but his smiled softened. "A gorgeous teddy bear."

[whenshewasnice]

Natalie huffed out a laugh while her eyebrows went up.

"I can't tell whether I should feel insulted or not."

[pursuedthestars]

"It wasn't an insult," Jim assured her, shrugging. "I like it."