Perfect Harmony

Milee washed all the cake paraphanalia and got ready for the salad and pasta. "You can chop that Romaine and toss it into that wood bowl there." she said, "So are you a gourmet cook too?" Milee laughed at his question. "Far from it, I just watch a lot of the food chanel. And I enjoy working with my hands." Gerard grinned down at the lettuce. "I can tell." Milee handed him two avacados, golden raisins, a can of kidney beans and a can opener. She got ready to boil the pasta when the phone rang. Caller ID said 'David'

She hit the speaker phone. "Well hello there David." she cooed. "Hi Lee lee, what's going on?" Milee smiled at Gerard and cut up her sun dried tomatoes. "Oh not much, did you forget to tell me something this morning?" she asked sweetly. "Like what?" The gay man answered innocently. "Oh I don't know, maybe something like you'd invited a six foot two dark haired scot over for the weekend?" Milee winked at said scot who was slicing avacado like a pro. "Oh that, oops. Guess it slipped my mind." Milee rolled her eyes. "Guess so. Any one else joining the group David?" "Not that I know of. You'll be staying for dinner right?" There was a suspicious sound in David's question. "I hadn't planned on it..." Gerard raised an eyebrow disapprovingly. "Why you don't have anything going on tonight...do you?" He asked. "No, but..." Good then you're staying for dinner."

Milee hated when David made it sound like she had no life. "Stop by my house then and get Geroge then would you?" She said with a sigh. "Not a problem babycakes." David answered cheerfully, pleased at having got his way. Such a Queen. "And don't let Steve grab a snack, we're making dinner already." Milee could just picture the glee on David and Steve's face. "You made dinner? Joy oh rapture oh bliss. Steve Milee's cooking." Milee snorted. "We're on our way." David said before hanging up. Milee shook her head. "I love them to death but I swear every time I talk to them they get gay-er." She said, tossing the pasta into the boiling water. Gerard contiuned to cut avacado. "So is George your boyfriend then?" Milee grinned, loving the sound of his accent. "The only love of my life; he's got the biggest brown eyes. He's short, furry, has a tail and really bad breath." She laughed at his barely concealed look of horor. "He's my dog, a King Charles Spaniel."

Gerard inwardly was so relieved that she hadn't been serious. "So ah... what am I doing with these?" He held up the can of red beans. "Open them and strain the liquid from them in that yellow collander there in the sink and then just dump them in the salad." He did as she said and watched her wipe her hands on a towel, then lean over to snitch a peice of avacado from the bowl. "Chef's privilege." She said with a smile.

He felt soothed by her presence, having realized that she wasn't going to freak out on him and coo and flirt like a harlot. She was just as relaxed, humming to herself again when Celine Dion and Luciano Pavaroti started singing 'I hate you then I love you.' He liked Luciano personally, and joined in with Milee humming the tenor harmony. He saw Milee smile beautifully when he started huming, and carried along with Celine while he filled in Luciano's part. How normal this felt, he thought, cooking and humming with this woman he barely knew. Their voices were perfectly balanced together and he enjoyed the sound emensly.

He enjoyed looking at her too, her long red hair pulled back from her face, showing off her fair skin and grey blue eyes. Eyes that laughed and tilted up at the corners, giving her a pixie look. She was tall and curvaceously built, very pre-Raphelite looking. Very lovely. He wondered why Steve hadn't scooped her up to be an actress, or a singer. She finished with what she was doing and turned around to reach for some martini glasses. And she had a nice arse too. "Do you drink martini's?" she asked him over her shoulder. He nodded. "Sometimes, I prefer scotch. Come's with the heritage." He said on a smile. Milee laughed. "I suppose it does. I don't think David has that on the menu, they like Cosmos and Jin." She wrinkled her nose. "Gross stuff."

Gerard finished with the salad and washed his hands. "And you, what do you drink?" She grinned. "Girly stuff, I like green apple martini's, white wine...things that aren't to heavy." She also picked out some wine glasses, handing him a bottle of Australian white wine. "Mind opening that for me? Corkscrew is in the drawer to your right." She had just finished making the pink cosmo martini's when the front door opened and a brown and white ball of fur hurtle through the kitchen running strtaight for Milee. She bent down and scooped the little dog up. "Hello precious." She said with a soft smile.

David and his partner Steve sashayed into the kitchen. "Hello darlings, Steve said with a savvy smile. David waved and went straight for his waiting martini. "Milee when are you going to give in and marry us?" he said after a sip of his drink. Milee put her dog down and shrugged innocently. "As soon as you decide to bat for the straight team." Steve grinned ruefully. "As yes, the day after never then." He turned to Gerard. "So did you have a nice relaxing day?" The scot nodded. "I did, Milee let me help cook. It was a nice change." Milee set up dinner outside on the patio shooing the men out of the kitchen while she brought everything out.

They sat and ate laughing and chatting like normal people would, Gerard sneaking George tidbits under the table when he thought Milee wasn't looking. It was so nice to be away from screaming fans and solicitious, fawning women. When Milee brought out her Pixie cake and coffee, David and Steve got this dreamy look on their faces. "You evil child, making Pixie cake." David said. "We love you forever and ever." Steve added adoringly as he reached for a slice.

Milee laughed and smiled a secret smile enjoying the sounds of delight from the menfolk. Life was good. Gerard couldn't recall if her'd ever tasted something so...decadent. He's watched her cook everything, none of the ingrediants had been extraordinary. He decided that it was her humming while she cooked that made everything taste so fantastic. She'd made like she was going to gather dishes,but Gerard put his hand over hers and raised his eyebrow. "Where I come from the cook never does the dishes." He rumbled. "I don't mind doing them." She said. "Well neither do I, so just sit right back down and drink your coffee." He answered. Milee sat gracefully. "Yes sir." And sipped her coffe with a tart smile.