Another one-shot not part 2.

It was such a magnificent sight. I walked into the Bella kitchen and there was Beca Mitchell. But not brooding "I'm too cool" Beca. It was "shamelessly rocking out to Living on a Prayer by Bon Jovi while making pancakes" Beca. She was dancing around in the kitchen pretending the spatula was the mic.

'WOAAOO I'm living on a pray-' she turned and saw me. Immediately she yanked out her earphones and resumed a normal pancake stirring stance.

'God you are adorable.' I smiled.

'Shut up. You didn't see anything. Nothing. You hear me Beale?' She threatened. She was cute when she was mad, or pretending to be.

'Scouts honour.' I held my hand up.

'You weren't even a scout.' She scowled. I walked over and came up behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

'I'm sorry. I promise. My lips are sealed.' I hummed against her neck.

'Hmmm.' I rocked slightly, side to side, leading Beca with me. She got distracted and stopped stirring for a second but she quickly recovered. 'Do you want some?'

'Always.'

'I meant the pancakes.'

'Yeah that too.' I smirked against her neck. She reached her hand over to me and touched my cheek.

'You are going to have to release me if you want food.'

'Well that's no fun.' I reluctantly let go and sat on the kitchen counter but not before I dipped my finger in the batter and tasted it.

'Hey. Watch it or your fingers are gone.'

'That will only really hinder you.' I flashed a devilish grin. I got off the counter and started to rummage through the cupboards.

'What are you doing?'

'Oh nothing.' I grabbed a pack of chocolate chips and opened them. Just as Beca turned the stove on I poured some in the mix.

'What the hell is rat poop doing in my pancakes?'

'I like choc chip pancakes.'

'You are the worst. Ruining my pancakes and all.'

'But you love me.'

'Not right now.' She tried to keep a straight face.

'You know you're very cute when you're frustrated.' I came closer looped my arms around her neck. She ducked underneath them and continued with her cooking.

'And you're very annoying.' She poured some of the mixture in the pan.

'You don't mean that.'

'Yes I do.' She took my silence as a bad sign. I pouted my lips at her and crinkled my brow. Of course I was just playing with her but she still worried. 'I'm sorry.' She kissed me and I drew her closer. After a few pecks she pulled away leaving me with the lingering sensation of her lips.

'Now would you please just sit still so I can make you some chocolate chip pancakes?'

'I'll try.' She flipped a pancake onto the spare plate she had on the table and poured some more mix into the pan.

'Come here.'

'What?'

'I want to kiss you.' She pressed her lips quickly against mine before pulling away. I caught her arm as she was leaving me. I shook my head at her. 'That was not a kiss.' I pulled her closer and kissed her. After an extra second she submitted. I teased her lips with my tongue, asking for entrance that Beca happily gave. My arms were wrapped around her as she stood in between my legs. Her hands trailed along my outer thigh and I moaned. I could feel her smirk against my lips. My legs wrapped around Beca's waist and tugged her closer to me. I played with the edge of her shirt as she ran her fingers up my back. Everything around us seemed to disappear. That was until the fire alarm went off. We jumped apart and faced the stove. The pancake sat on the stove so long it caught on fire.

'Shit.' Beca grabbed a tea towel and started beating the fire. The other Bella's raced down to see what all the commotion was about. Beca managed to put out the fire as they all burst through the door.

'What the bloody hell happened here?' Amy yelled.

'Um. I burnt my pancakes.' Beca sheepily replied.

'How did you manage that?' Cynthia Rose added.

'I um… Got distracted.'

'Oh distracted huh?' Stacie implied but no one caught her on what she it was she was implying.

'Becs it's the second time this has happened. You're a tiny walking hazard.' Amy huffed. 'We are going to have to ban you from cooking.'

'What? You can't do that.' She protested.

'Well if we want to keep this house from burning down we can.'

'But-'

'But what?'

'Nothing.' She huffed and shot me a deadly glare. Everyone slowly made their way out of the kitchen. 'I officially hate you.'

'I'm sorry.' I stiffened a laugh.

'This isn't funny. Everyone thinks I suck at cooking now. Which I don't. You are the reason for these fires.' She pointed at me.

'I wasn't even there the first time.'

'Yeah but I could see you in a TOWEL answering the door flirting with however it was.'

'1. I was not flirting and 2. You should have kept your toner in your pants.' I joked. 'But I am very sorry.' I hoped off the bench and hugged her. She still had her arms crossed refusing to give in.

'Nope. This is not working.'

'Just think of it this way. Now I'm your own personal chef, among other things.' I held her tighter and eventually she relented.

'You're squishing me.'

'Oh I'm sorry.' I let go.

'I still hate you.' Her scowl was getting a work out today.

'I'm really sorry Beca. I know you are an amazing cook. I shouldn't have kissed you. I promise I won't do it again.'

'Woooah let's not be too rash about this. Just because I'm mad at you doesn't mean I want the kissing to stop.'

'Oh that's never going to stop.' I kissed her lightly on her cheek and went for the only pancake that survived. I bit into in. 'Wow this is good.'

'My pancakes are the best.' I fed her some. 'The choc chips were a good idea.'

'I know right?' I pulled her closer and kissed her. 'Mmm you taste sweet.' She laughed a little and then turned her attention to the stove.

'Now what?' She huffed.

'We could always go to Diner and get some breakfast.' I suggested.

'We don't have much of a choice now do we.' I laughed and she shot me a glare.

'I'm sorry. Come on my treat.'

'It's better be.'

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