#Zeeian

[femmmie]

He Cooks

It was Zee's birthday a while ago so I wrote this fic for them! I hope you like it @wiggog-y-hecox <3 The self-insert Ian fic we talked about ;D

words: 1.015

genre: self-insert, fluff

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You look down at your knees, gathering courage. Then you just say it. "I'm so glad to be here as well. I can't wait to kiss you." Ian speeds up significantly. You smile, content.

You're in a bustling crowd of people. They're chatting loudly, or look at their phones. Everyone is heading somewhere. But you don't know where you should go yet. You're waiting for someone. You keep looking in all directions, even the one you came from, you know he won't be there, but you look just in case. The high, arched ceiling echoes the sound back to you, making the noise ring in your ears.

But then you see him. A man with piercing, blue eyes. He's in a white t-shirt, baggy jeans and wears a golden chain. You let out an excited gasp. Ian!

"There you are! How was your flight?" Ian hugs you, but is careful not to be too pda about it. You told him before that you are a very private person. You smile at each other.

"It was okay," you lie. It was horrible. Turbulence, people fighting over seats, the movies weren't working. You're so glad you finally arrived!

"Come on, let's get out of here," Ian says kindly, sensing your unease. He walks you out of the airport, and the heat of LA hits you. It's like a heavy, warm blanket.

"This is a different kind of hot than what I'm used to," you say, grinning.

"You're in luck though," Ian says. "My car has excellent airco.

You walk past a couple of palm trees. You're so excited to be here, and finally meet your long-distance boyfriend in person!

"You look great, by the way," Ian says, blushing just a tiny bit. Is this real life?

"Thank you, Ian. You look great yourself. And you smell good too. What is that perfume?"

"Oh, thanks! It's Dior Fahrenheit, I don't know. My mom got it for me."

"Your mom is a woman of great taste," you say and wink at Ian. He chuckles.

"She will love you, then."

"Will I meet her?! Oh my god, Ian's mom, an icon, a legend! I can't wait."

"Alright, alright, don't get too excited just yet. We will probably visit Sac in a few days. But for now we're staying in LA."

"Yeah, I know. Oh! Is that your car?"

"Indeed! It's my new Volvo S60. Isn't she beautiful?"

"She's perfect," you say as you get in.

Ian is an excellent driver. Maybe the Volvo is helping, but you don't even feel like you're in a car. You're in a luxury seat, and the yellow and black scenery is flying by you. You can't help but glance sideways at Ian from time to time. He has just had a haircut and his beard looks freshly trimmed as well. He's wearing contacts, and you're just admiring his long eyelashes when he glances back at you and shoots you a reassuring smile. You blush nonetheless.

"I'm so glad you're here, babe."

You look down at your knees, gathering courage. Then you just say it. "I'm so glad to be here as well. I can't wait to kiss you." Ian speeds up significantly. You smile, content.

When you arrive at Ian's house, he walks you into his house and gives you a tour. It's a lovely house with lots of light and a beautiful view over the Valley. You could get used to this.

"So, do you want anything to drink?"

"Do you have some iced water? It's so warm," you smile and fan yourself. Maybe it's the weather, maybe it's Ian that makes you this hot.

Ian hands you a glass of water with ice cubes. You take a healthy sip.

"Thanks!"

You put the glass on the dining table.

"Ian, this is incredible. We can actually touch."

And you run your hand through his wavy brown hair. You caress his beard and boop his nose.

"Yeah, you are in fact real!"

He pulls you closer and then cups your face with his hands.

"Kiss me, babe."

You look at his rosy, full lips and a deep desire takes over. You lean in and press your lips to his. They are so soft, and he moans a bit into the kiss. You work your tongue into his mouth and taste something sweet, or is it just Ian that tastes so good? You hold his neck tenderly as you kiss and he circles his hands on your back.

"I love you, you know that?" he croons and continues to kiss you. You hum affirmatively.

After a few moments, you break the kiss and you just look at each other like big old goofs.

"Let's cook dinner together," Ian says. Your heart is still racing. You love cooking so you say yes and follow Ian into the kitchen.

"I've gotten quite good at making stew," Ian says proudly. You giggle a bit. "What? It's quite the feat for me!"

"Of course, I'd love to make stew with you! Where do you store your vegetables?"

You cut up all the vegetables and pour them into a pan. Ian adds spices and herbs, and you put the fire on. It smells delicious.

"You know, it would be nice to cook together every day," Ian says, while staring at you. You are drawn to his lips again.

"That would be nice…" You pick Ian up by his waist and put him on the kitchen counter. You kiss him with a hunger only matched by how bad you want to eat that delicious stew.

"You're so into me," Ian teases you in between kisses.

"Of course I am, idiot," you reply fondly. Finally, the stew is ready and you slice a baguette to go with it, put everything on two plates and arrange it so it looks beautiful.

"Wow, you should be a chef!"

"Thank you, Ian. Let's eat."

And so, you had a lovely meal at Ian's place. You sat next to each other at the kitchen table. As you looked into his eyes, you saw forever there. You saw your entire future together, and knew that you wouldn't be going on another plane any time soon. After dinner you watched Oppenheimer together and you cuddled against him, laying your head on his shoulder. Ian put his arm around you. Soon, you drifted off to sleep.

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