Disclaimer: Not mine. But oh, how I wish.
So here's another one - Just in time for the holidays too. I meant it for Halloween, but that's how quick I work. The characters are way OOC - and thats the way I like it. Be warned: There is dialog.
This is something new style writing for me. Be nice.
There was always something about trying to watch Sei cook for the holidays that Yoko found endearing. Maybe it was the way that she stuck her tongue just out past her lips. Or perhaps it was the furrow of her brow in concentration. Perhaps still it was the fact simply that Sei could not, for the life of her cook - smothered in things ranging from eggs to flour to milk, well past her elbows and even some in her unruly hair.
Now she had grunted in frustration as she tried – albeit unsuccessfully – to get a can of pumpkin paste to cooperate with her for the third time.
"That's IT!" she said, "I've had it with trying to do some good. Let Rei make the cake and I'll do the decorations!"
"But Sei," Yoko began - a smirk evident, "Remember when we pulled the jobs for the party, you got the job of making desserts, and Rei got the job of decorating. And we all said that no matter what we pulled, we'd see it through?"
"That's easy for you to say, 'Miss Just-make-sure-everyone-who-was-invited-comes-to-the-party.'"
"Well Sei, if that's the way you feel about it, then permit me to be your sous chef."
"Go ahead," Sei said motioning toward the kitchen, "be my guest."
"Tsk tsk, - not without you" Yoko said, grabbing Sei by the hand and whipping her in front of her. "Allow me - to be your hands," – covering Sei's flour encrusted ones with her own – "for the duration of this dessert" – pleased when Sei didn't quite grumble protest.
As she guided Sei through the process of properly whipping ingredients together, Yoko privately reveled in the fact that here at last was an excuse to be pressed up against Sei - without seemingly coming onto her.
"You see Sei," the words barely out of her mouth, "was that so hard? All you had to do was just –," she never got to finish her sentence however, because Sei chose that instant to whip around; noses grazing one another, hands flying up and welding Yoko's surprised mouth unto her own.
Yoko felt – for all thoughts fled her brain in that instant - more than anything, the pumpkin on Sei's lips – proof that she had been sneaking some into her mouth when Yoko wasn't keeping a vigilant eye on her.
Yoko was fully aware of the blush that canvassed her cheeks; Sei collected as ever, smirking that damn smile of hers, impossible to be anything more than amused – the flour still smudged on her cheek.
"Nothing quite like pumpkin pie, eh?"
Yoko smacked her lips together a few times, letting the spice and paste come together.
"You know," she began, moving dangerously close to Sei, letting her hand travel over Sei's sullied apron – her mouth inches from Sei's ear, "I think it still needs –"
"-whipped cream."
Sei turned red.
Comments, credits, critique and an advil for my headache all looked forward to plzkthxbai.
