Jim huffed and snorted at that tone, rolling his eyes a little. "Yeah, you bet. I might not be able to even cook some decent rice but I'd make one hell of a food stylist," he said in a lilting tone, not the least bit serious. "You know me. I'm all about health benefits." One of the advantages of dating a doctor. Probably. Not that Jim put those mint leaves there because of that.
Letting Bones tug him closer, he leaned down across the table to kiss him, setting his plate down blindly on the table so he wouldn't make a mess. His hand moved to cup Bones's cheek, and once the kiss broke, he stared at the doctor for a few seconds at the request. A little unusual, Jim would give him that— but no, he wasn't particularly inclined to deny Bones that.
Smiling right after, he stood a little more upright and rounded the table, nudging Bones's chair so he scooted back a little, then he took a seat on his lap, legs draped to his side, one arm wrapping around his neck while the other picked up a fork and cut out a corner of the tart. "Open up," he hummed with an amused lilt, lifting the fork with the piece of the tart and holding it up to Bones's mouth.
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Letting Bones tug him closer, he leaned down across the table to kiss him, setting his plate down blindly on the table so he wouldn't make a mess. His hand moved to cup Bones's cheek, and once the kiss broke, he stared at the doctor for a few seconds at the request. A little unusual, Jim would give him that— but no, he wasn't particularly inclined to deny Bones that.
Smiling right after, he stood a little more upright and rounded the table, nudging Bones's chair so he scooted back a little, then he took a seat on his lap, legs draped to his side, one arm wrapping around his neck while the other picked up a fork and cut out a corner of the tart. "Open up," he hummed with an amused lilt, lifting the fork with the piece of the tart and holding it up to Bones's mouth.