Hannibal's house, Saturday morning

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal woke and stretched, rolled over, and...oh. It was one of those weekends, was it? He glanced at Jono, amused to see that it appeared to have hit him as well this time - the face above his bandages was decidedly female.

Well, this could be interesting. But first, there were other priorities. He slipped out of bed, cinched his pajamas tighter over his slimmer waist, took a moment to find a properly sized blouse, and headed downstairs to make coffee and breakfast.

Definitely in that order.


[OOC: For the suddenly-not-a-guy!]

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[furnaceface]

It was probably only about another fifteen minutes or so after that before Jono came tripping down the stairs himself. He was finding things to be decidedly uncomfortable in the 'wrapped tightly in leather' department, and one of the first realizations he had upon waking up was that it was exceptionally difficult to breathe. It was one thing being wrapped that tightly while asleep and breathing more shallowly than an awake person otherwise might. It was another one entirely to find one's chest being compressed awkwardly while things sat more loosely around his middle.

Which on its own was reason enough to stumble into the kitchen wide-eyed, kind of waving a hand to get Hannibal's attention.

//Little help? Please?//

His psionic voice, at least, was still his own. No reason for that to change even if his body had.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal looked up from the cutting board and chuckled. "Oh, dear." He wiped his hands on a towel. "Where shall we start?"

[furnaceface]

It wasn't so much a frantic waving at his chest that Jono was doing, but that was because he only had one hand to spare while he tried to free up a mouth that hadn't been there last night. Everything could hang loose over his hips for all he cared, but he needed to loosen some of the pressure on those ribs he hadn't much worried about when he put them on the day before.

//Little tight in there,// he reported. //Need to let up on some pressure on my ribs. A lot.//

He'd worry about the rest of it in a minute, but right now, air.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal nodded and got his fingers under the wrappings, working the loose extra up to Jono's chest at the same time as he started unraveling them. "This weekend does prove an additional problem when you're wrapped up, doesn't it?"

[furnaceface]

//You have no idea,// Jono agreed, just as he managed to pull the bandages free of his face.

The deep breath he took was epic. And the three or four after that, as well.

"Oh thank god."

And one more (sweet, beautiful) deep breath of air later, he was reaching for Hannibal to show him just how appreciative he was for the assistance with a fierce kiss.

[sharp_as_knives]

Those few breaths were good. They gave Hannibal a chance to realize that Jono had a face. And a chest. And...honestly, the island shouldn't surprise him anymore, but how did this even work?

But...hm. Jono was actually a very good kisser for someone who got limited practice. Hannibal kissed back appreciatively, then smiled as he stepped back. "Coffee?"

[furnaceface]

Hey, if the island saw fit to make him whole for a few days at the low, low cost of... other parts... Jono was quite all right with that. And if it meant he could spend the rest of the weekend just stealing kisses, all the better, right?

//Please.// A pause. "Please. Today is very much a coffee day."

It helped that he could drink it himself. He'd missed that. Almost as much as he missed kissing.

[sharp_as_knives]

There would definitely be many kisses stolen. Or willingly given.

"It is." Hannibal rubbed his thumb over Jono's lips and shook his head. "I would love to know the island's rationale when it does things like this." And there was one of those stolen kisses, albeit a quick one, before Hannibal went to get two coffee cups. "Cream or sugar?"

[furnaceface]

"Neither." Another beat. "Or possibly sugar. It's been a while, I've got no idea how I'll handle it."

Less was more? Possibly? He vaguely remembered needing to work his way back up to black coffee again, the last time he'd had a mouth.

Jono pulled in another breath, and then grinned. Ah, that felt good.

"And hell if I know what the island is thinking half the time, but it can go right ahead and keep doing it."

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal chuckled. "Tell me that the next time sharks fall from the sky." He brought Jono's cup over to him, along with the cream and sugar. "You can start with black and add a bit as necessary," he suggested.

He waved toward the half-cut-up sausage and vegetables on the sideboard. "I was going to make a frittata. But there's no reason it can't be a fry-up if you'd rather."

[furnaceface]

"Sharks, I can handle," Jono replied, shrugging and leaning forward a little to survey the food-in-progress. "And I'm sure you didn't complain all that much about the excess of meat that was left behind, either."

He licked his lips, and then nodded a little.

"And if you wouldn't mind... that sounds lovely."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Shark fin soup was a rare treat," Hannibal acknowledged. And had to kiss those lips again. "And I don't mind at all. I'm afraid I have no beans cooked, though. Maybe tomorrow." Still, there were mushrooms and tomatoes, potatoes he could fry, sausages, and eggs. And he did have black pudding and bacon, of course. He could probably even find some that was pork.

The bread would be closer to focaccia, and none of it would be too greasy, but still. A fry-up.

[furnaceface]

Jono would very, very much appreciate the sausages being pork. And more of those kisses, actually. He could see this being a wonderful weekend, whatever shape he happened to be in.

"Maybe tomorrow," he agreed. "Today..."

Oh, that was a devilish little grin, just barely visible behind his coffee mug.

[sharp_as_knives]

And that was an arch look in turn as Hannibal switched recipes. "Today?" He didn't think Jono was talking about food. Or at least, not only about food.

Which didn't mean he wasn't going to watch avidly as Jono took his first real, in-his-own-body (sort of) sip of Hannibal's very good coffee.

[furnaceface]

"Today, I plan on going back to bed," Jono replied, a playful note in his otherwise casual tone. "You're welcome to join me."

And then he took a sip of that coffee.

The moan of appreciation he gave was actually somewhat indicative of the sounds he was hoping to be making after breakfast and for much of the rest of the day.

[sharp_as_knives]

Oh, Hannibal would very much look forward to helping with those moans. Using both food and...other things.

Possibly both, now he thought about it. They had plenty of spare sheets.

"I may have to do that." He saluted Jono with his knife before starting the pan heating. "This could be interesting."

[furnaceface]

The coffee was hot, and bitter, and wonderful. Especially wonderful. Jono closed his eyes and helped himself to another sip. It was possibly even a little too bitter, given how long it had been since he'd tasted it without help from somebody who was still lucky enough to have a mouth, but it seemed like a bloody sin to put sugar in, so he let himself appreciate the bite of it for what it was.

"If it isn't interesting, we'll be doing something terribly wrong," he observed, licking his lips. "I don't think we're in much danger of that happening."

[sharp_as_knives]

"I should hope not." Hannibal grinned at him. "We are, after all, both grown women. But I hope you know," he cautioned, "I also fully intend to treat you to a number of other things."

Food, mostly. Breathing, though that rather went without saying. Was it warm enough to swim? All the things Jono wouldn't normally allow himself. Maybe it would inspire him.

[furnaceface]

"Speak for yourself," Jono countered, smirking as he raised an eyebrow. //I'm a fully grown man. I've just taken a minor detour this morning, is all.//

Yes, he was using his psionic voice for that part. Because there was nothing feminine about that in the least.

"That said, I'm not averse to being spoiled from time to time, either."

[sharp_as_knives]

"Show off," Hannibal teased. "And yes, I do realize that." It just didn't sound as catchy. "I did not, however, realize you weren't averse to being spoiled. I seem to recall a weekend in New York...?"

Admittedly, London had been a bit better. Maybe eventually Jono would completely relax on a vacation.

...probably not.

[furnaceface]

"Clearly you and I have very differing opinions as to what constitutes 'spoiling,'" Jono replied primly before taking another mouthful of coffee. And making more of those noises. He had no bloody clue how he hadn't blown both breasts and that lovely lower lip of his off yet this morning, but he fully intended to appreciate that he hadn't while he still could. "Drop me off in a dark, dusty old record shop, and then you'll see pure bliss."

This was true.

[sharp_as_knives]

"I've seen that already," Hannibal pointed out. He let the breakfast sit frying for a moment and leaned on the counter by Jono. "We could go to the beach, or find someplace for you to play and sing. We could even go out to dinner if my own food isn't enough."

He was teasing on that last one. Mostly.

[furnaceface]

"Your own food is more than enough," Jono countered, grinning for a moment. "The question is, am I going to give you a chance to do much more cooking?"

He was not factoring 'cooking' into the agenda this weekend, Hannibal. Sorry.

[sharp_as_knives]

Hannibal's look this time was exasperated. "I'm not spending the entire weekend in bed. Aren't there other things you'd like to do as well?"

Swimming, Jono. Singing. Teaching obnoxious men who thought they were beautiful women what happened to the rude...okay, maybe that one was just him.

[furnaceface]

Jono set down his empty coffee mug, and gave Hannibal an impish grin.

"I could be convinced to find out what I sound like when I sing this way," he admitted. "Or..."

Look, he had a sonic collar that he hadn't been able to use in a year and a half. Longer, if you counted the damage to his lungs after his run-in with the witchblood smoke. He hadn't flown in far too long, and he fully intended to take some time to do just that while he still could.

"I'm going to have to take you flying."