
Not written by me!
Break slid a plate of sweet tarts across the table to the young boy with the sleep tousled hair and quiet smirk. He waited exactly point two seconds (he counted) before asking point blank which mouse the cat had finally caught. Oz's cheeks burned a little under the waggling eyebrows of the older man and sunk down in his chair a little further stabbing a cherry and popping it into his mouth. A few moments later Break's constant stream of questions was brought to a grinding halt when Gil stumbled bare foot onto the balcony. His face immediately when scarlet, and while Break didn't have to ask anymore questions at that point, he asked one anyway. "So, was he good?"
Oz very carefully kept from looking at Gil as he sucked on his fork and finally nodded once in a very quick affirmation.... much to Break's amusement and Gil's raging regret.
Of course, what Break didn't know (and would never find out if Gil had anything to say about thing) about the night was that most of the very scarlet pair's embarrassment involved the length of time it took to untie themselves from the bed posts that morning after Alice walked in on the two of them complaining of the noise.