AN: In my sudden new liking for Star Ocean, I have decided to make a collection of one-shots for my favorite couple in SO3, Fayt and Sophia. Although this probably won't get looked at a lot since the FFN fandom seems to hate her guts. D:
Summary: A collection of one-shots starring Fayt Leingod and Sophia Esteed in the…interesting situations of their life.
Disclaimer: I do not own any thing concerning Star Ocean: Till the End of Time. If I did, there would be a hell of a lot of Fayt and Sophia moments…along with Sophia kicking ass. ;)
Dedicated: To my Gaian friend, foxboychan! ;D Hope you like these!
Cooking
Fayt could've groaned. Well, he did. The task at hand was impossible. Harder than defeating the almighty 4D being Luther even. How was it that Sophia was so damn good at doing this?!
He was currently doing something no men seemed to do. Cooking. Cooking steak as a matter of fact. Fayt thought it would be easy, like science and chemistry. All you did was mix a few things and bam! You got something.
However, with the chunks of meat sticking to the ceiling, spices thrown on the fridge and his frilly bright yellow apron splattered with marinade, you could guess on how easy it had been for him. He hadn't even gotten an edible piece yet! At first, Fayt supposed that by cooking for less time on a higher heat, they would be done faster. That had turned out to be a total bust, seeing as the steak became a chunk of ashes. Cliff had even picked it up to make Roger gag, but only succeeded in blinding him.
Then Fayt had just accidentally set the timer wrong, thus turning the steak into…some sort of flab meat. He had to throw it out since it was probably undercooked.
Now why was he cooking by hand, and not using some technological advancement?
Fayt was on Eliccor II, and while he and Sophia had introduced some new important things such as televisions and the internet, they hadn't gotten anything like food creators. That would've just been too much to deal with, seeing as Nel, Albel, and Adray were constantly questioning the 2 about it.
"How does it change channels?"
"Did you cram some other maggots into the box?"
"So you're saying we can talk to Clair on this laptop?"
Oh the insanity of it all…and why not just get someone like the Killer Chef or Mayu to bake it?
Well, if Fayt had trusted the Killer Chef to make steak, he'd have to be even more naïve and square-ier than he already was, Mayu was working on what looked like a cocktail to Fayt ("Isn't she underage…?") and all the other people like Rigel were just too lazy to work.
He huffed manly like. (We can have him huff like a girl, can we?) This was hard! And all he had wanted to do was impress Sophia with something…
Whoops, did he just let that bit of info slip out? Fayt looked upwards with a blush and gulped. Hopefully no one heard that…
Fayt gulped and continued to add spices to the steak rub. He glanced at the cook book. 'Let's see…pepper, paprika, basil, salt…ok'
After finishing that task, Fayt proceeded to make the marinade…for the 11th time. He poured the BBQ sauce with olive oil, but it didn't seem to mix, no matter how much he stirred it. The marinade was driving him to insanity!
Putting his hands on his head, he yelled out into the empty house (or so he thought), "ARGGHHHH! WHY IS IT SO HARD TO MAKE A MARINAAAAAADDEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"Fayt? Was that you?" called out a somewhat sleepy voice.
He instantly froze, and turned his head slowly. 'Please not her, please not her, please not—oh snap, it's her.'
Sophia came down from the staircase, rubbing her eyes. She was still dressed in pajamas, which consisted of baby blue pajamas that were a few sizes too big, covering her hands entirely and covered more than half of her toes, with cute brown teddy bears all over.
'Oh, she looks so darn cute! Wait, no! I'm a guy, I shouldn't think that!'
In his mini-panic attack, Sophia had already made her way to Fayt and glanced at the bowl in front of him. The bowl was showcasing his latest attempt to make a marinade. She looked over at him with a sleepy face. "Fayt, you're doing it all wrong. First of all, don't use a spoon," she picked the spoon out and got a whisk, "that won't mix it. Here, like this."
Going behind him, Sophia pressed herself to him to guide him with her hands in the motions of whisking. However, our dear, darling Fayt was having a few different thought…along with a nosebleed.
'Whoa! Is that her chest? It feels so nice…and soft and round and…ack! No, stop it Fayt! Argghhh! Wait, is she even wearing a bra?! Ahh!!'
Sophia stopped, and glanced at the bowl of marinade, which was now perfectly blended. She smiled. "There, you see? All you have to do is use a whisk instead of a spoon and flick your wrist a bit. Tell me if you need any help again, okay?"
With that, Sophia yawned and headed back up the stairs. No doubt to change her clothes and get ready for the day. She left Fayt standing there, remembering the soft feel of her breasts, even if they were covered in cotton.
Oh yes, Fayt would definitely have Sophia help him with cooking a lot more often!
Cooking – Fin
AN: Ahh, it was short, but it was a one-shot, so that's rather expected. I'm not entirely satisfied, but I think it was pretty good. Hope you guys enjoyed it!
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