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sajee, who may be the only one who understands my need to write fic where Tom Colicchio makes Padma Lakshmi food at all hours of the night.
NINE
"Sourdough"
Top Chef, Tom Colicchio & Padma Lakshmi
9. Sourdough
Top Chef RPF-verse, 29th August 2009
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"I made you a sandwich."
"What?"
Tom moved into the room, one hand behind his back and the other holding a plate. "It's just sourdough, and some chutney, and some bacon and -"
"Lettuce?" Padma slid off her bed and walked towards her co-host. He was holding his head to the side, a little, his eyes stuck on the plate.
"Yep. Lettuce. Tomato, too."
"So a BLT, then?"
He looked sort of shocked for a minute, a bunch of defensive words on their way out of his mouth, before his eyes took in the smile and the sight of her in her pyjamas in front of him.
"A BLT, yeah."
Padma uncrossed her arms and took a bite, the flurry of flavour taking her, his pride at her contented smile growing his own.
"How do you always know when I'm hungry?"
He shrugged.
"I'm just a good chef, I guess."
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Fin.
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Plans for tomorrow: a BLT. Thanks, Colicchio.
sajee, who may be the only one who understands my need to write fic where Tom Colicchio makes Padma Lakshmi food at all hours of the night.NINE
"Sourdough"
Top Chef, Tom Colicchio & Padma Lakshmi
9. Sourdough
Top Chef RPF-verse, 29th August 2009
---
"I made you a sandwich."
"What?"
Tom moved into the room, one hand behind his back and the other holding a plate. "It's just sourdough, and some chutney, and some bacon and -"
"Lettuce?" Padma slid off her bed and walked towards her co-host. He was holding his head to the side, a little, his eyes stuck on the plate.
"Yep. Lettuce. Tomato, too."
"So a BLT, then?"
He looked sort of shocked for a minute, a bunch of defensive words on their way out of his mouth, before his eyes took in the smile and the sight of her in her pyjamas in front of him.
"A BLT, yeah."
Padma uncrossed her arms and took a bite, the flurry of flavour taking her, his pride at her contented smile growing his own.
"How do you always know when I'm hungry?"
He shrugged.
"I'm just a good chef, I guess."
---
Fin.
---
Plans for tomorrow: a BLT. Thanks, Colicchio.
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