A/N: This is just a series of weird little, nonsensical one shots/drabbles. I do not expect anyone to like them but I really would like to get a few reviews. No one seems to enjoy my story The End of the Rope even though I've worked really hard on it. I hope I'll get at least one of two reviews on these. Fill free tosay anythingyou wish.

Thanks,

Shorty. C.

Characters: Romano and OC (Carmela)

Inspiration: Hair, Tomatoes, kitchen, and gardens

Warnings: slight smut and language

Beneath the setting, scorching sun Carmela wiped the sweat off her brow, unfortunately getting dirt on her tan skin as she did so. She took a heavy breath and popped her back before standing up, grabbing her basket of freshly picked tomatoes as she did so. A slender hand dove into the basket to finger one of the fruits and Carmela grinned cheekily, wanting to see Romano's reaction to her pick.

Her long, tan legs carried her from Romano and Spain's personal tomato garden to their back porch which led into the elaborate kitchen. She wanted to make Romano's favorite tonight – Tomato salad. Tomatoes weren't her favorite fruit, but she liked to have one every once in a while. Sometimes she even wondered why Romano liked them so much, they tasted a bit bland to her; she was more of a banana person herself.

As soon as the back door shut behind her, Romano traipsed into the kitchen, the usual scowl on his face. He stopped when he noticed Carmela setting down a basket full of tomatoes and then turning to wash her shears off in the sink. With her back turned she spoke happily towards her hot-tempered friend.

"Evening Romano. How are you today?"

The Italian merely growled a negative response as usual and picked up a ripe tomato from her basket on the counter behind the woman. He lifted the fruit to examine it carefully, squinting his amber eyes as he did so. It only took a second for him to realize where exactly these freshly picked tomatoes came from.

"Donna stupida! Where the hell did you get these damn tomatoes", Romano whirled around on the spot to send a death glare at the back of her head.

Carmela merely continued to wash off her gardening tools, a placid smile on her face, albeit the Italian couldn't see it. She reached pass him to grab the basket and pull it on to her counter where she began washing each one off carefully.

"Oh, you know, I got them from the garden. . ."

"Which side of the garden", he ground out between clenched teeth.

Carmela stopped for moment to feign thinking really hard; she even turned to Romano and began tapping her pink lips in thought. All the while, Romano was boiling in anger, hating how she was treating his question so carelessly. He hated how her gorgeous brown eyes rolled up to the ceiling in thought. Another growl left him in part due to anger and partially due to – something else.

Once she collected her thoughts she spun around and finished up washing the fruit. Her voice held a masked teasing tone in it,

"I believe it was the left. No, no – the right! Drats, umm?"

"Make up your damn mind, donna!"

Carmela held in a snicker, "Ugh, I think it was definitely the left. Yeah! The left side of the garden."

She spun around to lean against the counter behind her, facing the furious Italian whom looked like he was about to blow a gasket. Carmela reached to her right and picked a plump fruit up with her lithe fingers. Romano watched in anger and, oddly enough, interest as she bit in to the tomato, seeing the juice of the fruit run down her hand and sides of her mouth.

"You see, the tomatoes on the left side looked so much more lovely than the ones on the right. So plump, so ripe. I just couldn't help but pick those."

Despite being awkwardly turned on by the sight before him, Romano continued to rant to the woman.

"Those were my tomatoes, donna stupida! Mine! No one's allowed to touch them but me!"

Carmela looked unimpressed by his words as he continued to ramble on, curses and yells erupting from the raving Italian. She put the half eaten tomato down and grabbed a hand towel to wash herself off. All of this occurred in the span of a minute and when she turned back around she found that the dark haired man was still ranting.

With a seductive glance that Romano simply ignored, she stepped forward and reached a hand up to tug roughly on his bobbing curl. Carmela wound the strand around her finger tightly, making it impossible for him to escape. Romano on the other hand froze solid on the spot, eyes wide with surprise, anger, and immense pleasure. He twitched just a bit, letting out and rough "Chigi!".

Carmela tugged him forward a teasing gleam in her dark brown orbs. She pulled him down to her level to stare at him with grin.

"I was making dinner for you and Spain, Romano. Don't you want me to make your favorite?"

Her sweet words carried into his ears, but he knew from her tone that she didn't want him to answer that question; and as long as she had a tight grip on his curl he wouldn't. Instead, a low moan escaped his lips when she tugged harshly on his piece of hair. At the sound she smiled, loving the fact that she was the one to make him do that.

"I've always wondered if you tasted like the tomatoes you grew, Romano", she questioned rhetorically.

A tint of red came to his cheeks as she continued to stare at him, the same hungry gleam in her eyes. Romano was used to being the seducer, not the seduced; he didn't know what to do in this situation; and he couldn't do anything!

Carmela tightened her grasp on the strand, enjoying the yelp that erupted from him. She grinned and stood on her toes to attach her lips to his. A chuckle left her throat when Romano moaned once more at their contact. Then woman drew Romano forward until her back collided with the counter behind her. From there it seemed that Romano took over, devouring her mouth with his, loving the taste of the tomato that she had previously ate.

His tongue ran along her lips and teeth, soon moving to tangle with her own. Two hands gripped at Carmela's hips and lifted her swiftly up onto the counter, the cold tiles giving her bare legs goose bumps before she wrapped them around Romano's warm body. After feeling the result of her teasing on his curl digging into her thigh she released the strand and took to running both hands completely through his soft tresses.

She grinned into the kiss and tightened her legs around his hips, grinding into him with a practiced precision. A deep growl vibrated deep within his chest at her movements and Roamno trailed a hand up her thigh while the other fingered the button in her shorts. He tensed once more when her finger trailed around the base of his curl. Romano broke the kiss to stare into her bright, seductive eyes.

"Bella ragazza, you're such a tease."

Carmela grinned and tugged lightly on his strand, "What? I'm not a stupid woman anymore?"