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Title: How to Bake Cookies
Pairing: Urameshi Yuusuke/Yukimura Keiko
Rating: T
Warnings: Slight perverseness, light swearing, spoilers for the end of the manga.
Prompt: Spice
Word Count: 690
It had started out as any other normal experiment Keiko did on Yusuke. The only difference being that he was now older and more tolerant and open to some of the things she tried introducing to him. No longer did he grab her breasts or lift up her skirt or try to push her into streams when she managed to get him into an annoying mood, and thus she no longer had to slap him around as much. Instead he shrugged, pulled out a cigarette or was just honest about what he thought. She liked to think her slaps had something to do with his climb in maturity.
So when he said he enjoyed her cookies, a recipe her parents had been introduced to and were trying out, she took it on herself to teach him the recipe. Because, after all, knowing how to make only ramen had to be unhealthy. Never mind the fact that he ran his own ramen stand/front for his business with demons.
Only she never expected for this to be the result...
"What the hell is up with this dough?" Yusuke asked.
The far too gooey dough was stuck to his fingers. With a disgusted expression, he tried picking it off only to end up flinging his fingers around trying to rid himself of it. The half-filled sheet of cookies was forgotten.
She sighed and rested her forehead in the palm of her hand. With Yusuke's help, her kitchen had been turned into a war-zone. When she claimed that he had some maturity, she meant in the perverted department. He found it funny to fling flour at her (never mind that she retaliated in much the same way). He had sniffed the vanilla bottle and claimed it smelled horrid, then tossed it over his shoulder, shattering it. The vanilla was still spilled on her floor. He did the same with most of the other spices she wanted to put in there. She was more than certain he put in a little too much sugar.
Both looked over at her small oven when its timer dinged. Yusuke with dough all over his fingers, Keiko with fresh flour smeared across her forehead. Their first attempts at cookies were done, and she was dreading tasting them or even looking at them. She turned and open the oven, pulling out the sheet to reveal odd, misshapen creations that appeared to be hard. She grimaced and glared at Yusuke who only offered one of his cocky grins before going back to his attempt to remove the dough.
The earlier puddle of vanilla forgotten, she never realized what happened on her way to the table until it was too late. She went heels-over-head, cookies flying through the air, as her floor approached her butt far too fast. Her eyes and teeth clenched shut for the painful collision that never came, thanks to Yusuke's quicker demonic reflexes. Only she wished he didn't catch her the way he did. She just knew he had a perverted grin on his face -- years of knowing him allowed her to sense those things without ever having to see it.
Sticky gobs of dough were now covering her breasts, she was sure of it.
"Klutz much?" he joked before squeezing her breasts. "Though still squishy."
A dangerous tick developed in her eyebrow and right hand. "Urameshi Yusuke!" She deftly turned in his grip and slapped him. "Only you would still dare!"
"I'm not the klutz!" he defended himself, his cheek showing no sign of her slap thanks to his demonic healing.
He bent over and picked up one of the cookies, ignoring her still angry countenance. It was a learned behavior in his defense. He took a bite only to spit it right back out, "The hell kind of cookies you trying to teach me to make, you crazy woman! You're trying to kill me, aren't you?"
She rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, hiding the dough that was covering her chest. "I'm not the one who didn't put any spices in it. You're trying to kill yourself, something I can't be surprised over!"
A version of this was written for the livejournal community yyh_contest's week #001 challenge.
