#and lbr Jayde had way too much fun with it too

[werewolfdays]

Taste, but instead of Jayde who is a cooking pro, I challenege Nadya to try :P

ok you know I’m runnin with this one, it’s about time Nadya cooks for Jayde. Here’s some good sweet fluff with a hint of spiciness

- [ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

“Okay, here’s how this is going to go,” I told Jayde as we were standing in the middle of the safehouse kitchen after I set out all the ingredients I needed to cook us dinner, “You’re going to let me cook.” 

“Yup.” She nodded with a smirk.

“And you’re not going to try and take over.” I pointed my finger at her for emphasis because I was sure that my words weren’t going to stick.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Jayde replied with a shake of her head, though she still looked smug.

“Even if I’m not doing it the way you would do it.” 

Another nod.

“And then you’re going to try it.” 

“Yes.” 

“And even if it sucks, you’re going to pretend that it’s delicious for one bite.” 

“Cross my heart.” She confirmed while doing the motion over her chest. 

“Good.” I said happily and turned around to get to work. 

I started to chop things up on the cutting board and began smiling to myself when I got to the mushrooms, “Hey, want to hear a joke?”

“Sure.” Jayde said as she was helping me get everything prepped. 

“Why did the mushroom go to the party?”

She shrugged and looked at me expectantly.

My broad grin nearly hurt my cheeks, “Because he was a fungi.”

Jayde’s shoulders slumped and she rolled her eyes so hard that I thought she would get whiplash, but she couldn’t stop her laugh even though she tried to hide in with a loud groan, “You’re on your own after that one.” She stated and retreated to the dining table. 

I spent the next few minutes laughing at the pun and trying not to accidentally slice my own fingers. 

Once I got everything chopped up, I threw it all in the pan with a little oil and jumped back slightly in surprise at the violent sizzling noise. Jayde let out a small snicker from her place at the table, making me throw a warning look over my shoulder at her. She was sitting backwards in her chair, arms crossed over the back so she could rest her head while she watched me, and that attractive lopsided grin she wore made it impossible to be too annoyed with her. I simply rolled my eyes and returned my focus to dinner. 

I was stirring the ingredients in the pan for a few minutes, making sure that everything was being evenly cooked, when I suddenly felt Jayde’s arms wrap around my waist from behind. She kissed my temple before resting her chin on my shoulder and I tilted my head to lightly bump hers. I could tell that she was studying my work with a critical eye, but I acted like I didn’t notice so I could go on with my business. 

“Babe, why’s the heat on so high?” Jayde asked, reaching out to adjust the dial.

I batted her hand away, “It’s so it’ll cook faster.” 

“It probably won’t cook faster, but it’ll burn faster though.” She pointed out. 

“Well, maybe I like it a little burnt.” I retorted, resisting the urge to rectify my mistake out of spite, “Also, I don’t remember asking you.” 

Jayde chuckled again, this time close to my ear like she wanted to throw me off balance, “Fair, but if I wanted to eat charcoal, I could just go to the gas station and buy a bag for seven bucks.” 

I gave her a cheeky side glare and turned the heat down, “Better?” 

Her lips pecked the corner of my mouth, forcing me to smile, “Much. Now how about the seasoning, are you just doing a sauce? I don’t smell a lot in there right now. You know, I could get to work on some—” 

“Okay,” I set my cooking spoon down and turned around in her arms, placing my hands on her shoulders to start pushing her back to her seat, “Remember what you promised earlier? This is me cooking for you.” I pushed her downwards until she sat in her chair with an exaggerated plop, “Now sit and give me a chance.” 

Jayde’s fingers hooked into my waistband when I tried to walk back to the stove and she started to thumb the button of my jeans while raising a cocky eyebrow at me, “Have I ever told you you’re kinda sexy when you boss me around?” 

If she wanted to play with me, then I could play right back. I snatched her wrist, pulling her hand away from my waist and when her other hand reached up, I grabbed that one too. Then I straddled her, settling myself in her lap, and pressed my lips to hers in a heated kiss. I felt her push against my grip to try and touch me, but I bit her lower lip in warning, causing a quiet growl to rumble in her throat, and forced her arms down until I was able to wrap her hands on the edge of the chair. 

“You are gonna stay right here until I’m done cooking.” I commanded against her mouth. 

I could feel her smile against my lips, “Yes ma’am.” 

I rewarded Jayde with another kiss, parting her lips and deepening it for some positive reinforcement. The action made her fight my grip once more in her growing need to get her hands on me, but I only pressed myself harder against her, pinning her to the back of the chair so she wouldn’t be able to move. Her needy groan made heat flush through my cheeks as well as other places, but I ignored it for now. Satisfied that she would be satiated for a little while, I suddenly broke away and stood up, feeling rather proud at the look of flustered bewilderment on her face.

“Stay.” I told her firmly. She didn’t have a snappy reply this time. 

The process continued fairly smoothly. I avoided burning anything, thanks to Jayde’s somewhat unwanted advice earlier, and there was another sizzle when I added the sauce in, but this time it was more satisfying than startling.  

“Hey, watch this.” I said, lifting the pan up off the stove.

“What are you doing?” Jayde asked from her chair.

“I’m gonna do the cool flippy thing.” 

She nodded me on, “Let’s see it, chef.” 

I followed the motions I’ve seen on multiple cooking shows, but held back in fear of all of my hard work having a suddenly intimate relationship with the floor. There was a small flip that was almost graceful, so I tried it again with a little more confidence. All of the ingredients were thrown into the air and I was shockingly able to position the pan to catch all of it. 

“Ha!” I yelled in triumph, setting it back down on the stove. 

Jayde clapped a few times for me, “Impressive stuff, Bobby Flay.” 

“I thought so.” I agreed, then looked at the food, “I think it’s done?”

“Is that a question?”

I studied the contents in the pan and checked my watch, “No, it’s done. Grab some plates.”

We got everything plated and set on the small table. I took a seat across from Jayde and took a nervous sip of my drink while I watched her poke at her food with a fork and eventually spear a bite. She was turning the fork over so slowly, trying to study every detail, that it took me a moment to realize she was only doing it to mess with me. 

“Oh, come on,” I complained, “Just put me out of my misery already.”

Jayde’s mischievous gaze shifted up to meet mine before she finally ate her bite. I watched her carefully as she chewed, but she intentionally made her expression unreadable. I hung in quiet anticipation until she finished. 

“Well?”

She smiled brightly at me, “It’s delicious.” 

I smiled back at her, “Oh, good. So should we just toss the rest and get pizza?” 

“No, Nadya,” she chuckled and started to gather more onto her fork, “I mean it, it’s really good.” 

Not fully believing her, I forked my own bite and tentatively put it in my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised to find it edible, even pretty tasty. “Okay, I’m not sure what happened, but I don’t think this was me.” 

Jayde threw me a crooked grin, “You had me exiled to a chair, I didn’t exactly have any time to sneak in a hidden ingredient or anything. This is all you, babe.” 

“Hm,” I hummed as I enjoyed another bite, “Maybe I should cook for us more often then.” 

“I think I’d like that.”