Apple Cobbler
The kitchen countertop was covered with a thin layer of flour and littered with sticky mixing bowls and large spoon. A large pile of apple peelings and cores set off to one side. I had to do something with all the apples Goku and Gohan brought home so apple cobbler it was.
In no time at all, the scent filled the kitchen—sweet apples laced with hints of cinnamon as I cleaned up the mess I left.
Any sort of food smell never failed to reach my husband no matter where he was. Over thirty minutes into the baking and Goku was nowhere to be seen. It was a warm afternoon in early May. There was no telling where that man wondered off to—especially considering the kitchen window was wide open to invite the pleasant breeze. And send the smell of the cobbler out.
The oven timer dinged and I silenced it. I grabbed my matching red oven mitts where they hung over the stove and pulled them on.
Taking a careful peek before committing to removing the cobbler, the crust was the perfect golden brown. Done but not overdone.
"Just right," I murmured as I carefully slid the bubbling, steaming baking dish out and sat it on a cooling rack on the counter.
A taste test was in order. Withdrawing a spoon from our silverware drawer, I dipped it into a corner of the still bubbling cobbler. It was a piping-hot, perfect bite with just the right balance of apple filling and flaky crust.
Admiring the view out the open kitchen window, I blew gently on my spoonful for several moments and opened my mouth.
Goku chose that moment to materialize before me, standing just outside the open kitchen window. As if he knew about the cobbler the entire time he was…wherever he was. He probably did. That man and his doglike nose must have picked up the scent from miles away. He eyed my bite with a tendril of drool rolling down his chin. He licked his lips.
I twitched an eyebrow at him in a silent challenge as I made a show of barely slipping the spoonful past my lips.
He rested his hands on the windowsill, moving as close as the planter full of blooming flowers allowed him. Big eyes—turned unnaturally vibrant teal—blinked at me, his lower lip jutting out in a rather unbecoming pout.
My heart melted but I resisted, eager to tease him just a little bit more.
I batted my eyelashes and gave him a small smile. And shook my head. I brought the spoonful of cobbler to my lips once more.
Goku whimpered and opened his mouth, his hand lifted with his intent to verbally beg me. And I leaned as far over the sink as I could and stuffed the bite in his mouth, catching him off guard.
His hand still raised, it took him several seconds to process what had just happened. After chewing and swallowing, he smacked his lips and licked them clean. He grinned that heart-stopping smile of his in gratitude.
My heart fluttered.
I shook my head, unable to help my own smile. I turned around, intent to try a bite for myself. Or maybe even a helping.
I heard his feet touch down behind me. I frowned without turning to face him as I withdrew another spoon from the drawer. "Use the door, Goku!"
Large, warm hands settled lightly on my shoulders and turned me around.
I narrowed my eyes further at his mischievous smile. "Don't you butter—"
He lightly pressed his lips on mine in an uncharacteristically unsure and very brief kiss, his hands moving to my cheeks. He watched me, teal eyes uncertain.
I stroked his cheeks and kissed him back, letting my lips linger on his. I trusted him. He hadn't broken anything in a couple of days. He was growing accustomed to his strength as a Super Saiyan.
When we parted, I lifted an eyebrow in a slight warning. "Don't think this lets you off the hook, Goku."
"I know," he murmured through his dazed smile.
His cheeks were dusted a delightful shade of pink. His eyes—vibrant teal though they were—were so warm and full of love. He claimed my lips again, displaying a little more confidence and I forgot where I was—let alone whatever it was I was annoyed with him about.
Somewhere in the midst of our kiss, we ended up in on our bed and didn't emerge from out room until the sun cast long shadows across our little mountain home and the apple cobbler had gone cold. He loved me and I loved him. No matter what happened the next day, we both knew that beyond a shadow of a doubt.
A/N: In case it's not already obvious, this was set in the days leading up to the Cell Games. Thanks for reading!