Thank you guys for the reviews and alerts, they made me a happy camper :) Here's another one for you!
Title: Burning Love
Pairing: Lissa/Christian
Word Count: 527
Disclaimer: All I own is my over-active imagination, the rest is Richelle Mead's doing.
Black smoke was coming out of the oven's door; Lissa and Christian ran to the big kitchen, eyes wide and mouths agape. She turned off the oven, opened its door and tried to shoo away part of the smoke with the violet dish towel.
"Crap!" She muttered taking the plate out very carefully and placing it on the counter to assess the damage. The skin on the chicken was coal black and a slight poke with the knife revealed the meat to be dry and hard.
"How did you even manage to do that?" The dark haired moroi blinked several times, trying to get the remaining of smoke out of his eyes. The blond had insisted on trying to cook for his birthday, since he always cooked for hers; he'd told her it wasn't necessary, but there was no getting through her.
Though Lissa had many talents, cooking was not in that list. "I don't know. I put it there and went to the bedroom to sort out my outfit, since it had to be there for forty minutes… But I guess it took me a little longer than the expected." She sighed, throwing the towel into the sink.
"Liss," Christian started cautiously "you do know this oven has a timer, right?" He asked with a frown; he was sure she had been with him at the store when they chose it. Then again, she usually tuned out when he started talking about cooking and cooking devices, so it was entirely possible that she hadn't heard him.
"It does?" She sounded surprised; her hand held the blond hair from her face as the green eyes stared disbelieving at the piece of furniture in front of her.
That was the final straw and he started laughing uncontrollably; he did feel bad for her, because she had put a lot of effort into the dinner, but the whole situation was just too hysterical for him to help it; his shoulders shook for the laughter as his hands tried to wipe the tears on his eyes.
"Oh, shut it, would you?" A pout formed on her lips and she hastily slapped his arm with the back of her hand; it wasn't meant to hurt, just to make her feel better. She was trying really hard to stay mad at him, but his laughter was contagious; she had always loved the way he sounded while laughing.
"I'm sorry," he said while laughing "but don't worry okay? Your cooking is not the reason I keep you around, so there's no need to be upset over this." He cooed, hugging her tightly against him and kissing her on the forehead.
"You only say I don't need to be upset because you can cook." She whined half-heartedly, slapping his chest fondly and earning a chuckle from him as he let go of her slim body. "Get dressed." She pecked him on the lips once. "I'm taking you out to a nice restaurant." Shoving him in the bedroom's direction, she smiled when she almost tripped on his own feet.
She might not know how to cook, but she sure could always pick the best restaurants.
Tell me what you think about it! :)
Reminder: I'll have a Janine/Abe OS for you tomorrow and I'm working on the prompt a Guest left me yesterday. If there's anything else you guys want to see, prompt me up! ;3
