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"Stiles just break the damn thing for the love of god"
"What? No, no that's not how you do it"
"There is no specific way to make pasta" Kayla rolled her eyes, "just break it before you put it in the pan"
"Kaylz, no offence, but I'm not taking cooking advice from someone who thought you cooked pasta in the microwave"
"Are you still holding that over me?!"
"It happened two minutes ago!"
She paused, a frown creasing between her brows, "... One minute thirty five actually" she corrected, unable to help herself. So she liked to pay attention to the smaller details rather than the bigger ones, Sue her.
Stiles just opened his mouth, his jaw slack before he just shook his head in amazement, "the one rule we have in this house is we don't break the pasta, no matter how small the pan is"
"Well it's a stupid rule" she said blatantly, "breaking it doesn't change the taste Stiles"
Okay so back up. Instead of going out and getting junk food like pizza or burgers Stiles suggested they just stay in and make some dinner - 'all couples do this sort of thing' he had muttered, 'come on, it will be fun'.
Chef Stilinski.
And since then they had gotten into a small bickering match on how best to cook the damn pasta. Stiles had argued that breaking pasta was like disrespecting the food where as Kayla had just scoffed and indicated that the pan was way too small and they either had to break the pasta or starve.
Stiles seemed to be personally offended whenever she talked about breaking it - for the love of holy god it was pasta, not bones.
"Everyone knows you don't break pasta Kaylz, everyone" he emphasised, standing there in his slack PJ bottoms and a grey t-shirt, "it's an unspoken rule that is in no way stupid"
"It's a stupid rule" she repeated, "Stiles please just break the damn pasta in half and stick it in the pan before I order in pizza"
"I'm not breaking the pasta!" And oh my god she was sick of the fucking word 'pasta', her ears almost bleeding at the sound of it, "we are doing this the proper way" he turned around back to the pan on the cooker, the water starting to boil, "break pasta, you should be arrested for even suggesting such a thing"
"Drama queen" she shot back, grudgingly walking up behind him to watch him, "at least my way makes more sense"
"It makes no sense"
"It makes perfect sense" she rolled her eyes again, watching his hands peel the pasta out of the packet and place it in the pan, half of it sticking out and not cooking - you know why? Because you had to fucking break it for it to fit in... Holy mighty baby Jesus...
"Just trust me, I'm a pro at cooking pasta" he told her, turning his head to the side to catch her gaze, "it will blow your mind"
She shot a disbelieving glance to the pasta simmering away, half of it not cooking, "great, raw pasta, yummy"
His eyes rolled, a sigh falling from his parted lips, "it will cook"
"Yeah it will" she agreed and he seemed shocked at her sudden change of heart, amazed that she was finally agreeing with him, "after you break it"
"I'm not breaking-" he started to exclaim really loudly, his tone of voice sounding so affronted and offended before he forced himself to take a deep breath and calm down, "-Kaylz, baby, I know you're all pro violence but this is not the time to take out your anger on the pasta, the pasta did nothing wrong"
"This isn't me being violent, this is me being logical" she said slowly, "that-" she pointed to the pan, "-is not logical"
He crossed his arms over his chest, his eyebrows raising, "are you arguing with me?"
"Are you only just realising this?" She retaliated, matching his stance, "just because I don't know how to cook pasta it doesn't mean I don't know how to cook pasta"
He frowned "... That makes no sense" he muttered, "like none what so ever"
She threw her arms in the air, sighing loudly, "fine, cook it your way" she gave in, "I'm too hungry to argue"
His eyes started gleaming, looking proud and smug "HA, I win" he taunted, a smirk pulling at his lips as he started doing a little victory 'dad' dance, "ah, victory sure smells sweet"
Her eyes narrowed as an idea crossed her mind, internally smiling at how she would knock him off his high horse even though, sure, that little dance was kinda cute but her pride was at stake here, she couldn't have that.
She picked up the wooden spatula and before Stiles could do anything she had brushed past him and stabbed downward viciously, Stiles' gasp mixing in with the sound of pasta breaking and oh boy did that sound good and satisfying, like an orgasm in her ears. Now that was the proper way to cook pasta, none of this nonsense 'delicate' bullshit.
Stiles' expression morphed into shock and disbelief, similar to the look someone had if their grandma just died.
"HA" she smirked right back at him, twisting the spatula around in her hand, "revenge at its finest"
"Did you just... Did you... I can't believe you just did that" he muttered, his jaw slack, "you just broke hundreds of years worth of tradition"
"I know" she laughed, "so I win now, I'm reclaiming your title"
He shook his head, eyes lighting up, "I'm going to have to punish you for this you know" he said deadly serious except the quirk of his lips gave away his playfulness, "you broke the law"
"I did" she purred slyly, "I was a bad girl"
He smirked, the whole argument/drama fest over the pasta completely forgotten, "do you know what happens when you break the law?"
She bit her lip, "you lock me up?"
His eyes were flashing with amusement as he glanced between her and his dad's sheriff's jacket hanging over the chair and she held back her laughs as he patted in the pockets and pulled out the pair of silver handcuffs.
"Are you gonna charge me officer Stilinski?" She chuckled, "will it go on my permanent record?"
"I take pasta very seriously" he nodded, clicking the handcuffs open, "you've got to learn to respect the pasta"
She bit down harshly on her bottom lip, holding back her chuckles of amusement as he nodded down to her hands, the handcuffs swinging from his grip.
"Of course officer Stilinski" she winked, "anything for you"
She held her hands together in front of her, her expression coy and slyful as he very slowly placed the cool metal against her wrists and clicked them in place - not tight enough to be constricting but just enough to make things interesting... Very interesting.
"Mind you, I could be persuaded to drop the charges" he smirked, leaning forward, still holding her handcuffed hands, "for a price"
She couldn't contain the grin - she loved it when Stiles got all playful and sexy.
"What kind of price?"
He suddenly turned her around, pressing her forward into the counter top making her lean forward over it as his lips tickled her ear, his breath fanning out over her skin. Her toes tingled, her stomach clenching as his hands drifted down to her hips as he pushed himself forward, their bodies moulding against one another's.
"This kind of price" her lip was firmly stuck between her teeth, a shiver running down her spine at the huskiness of his voice, especially as his fingers left a burning trail down her thighs causing her breath to get stuck in her throat.
She felt his lips land on her shoulder, moving across her skin with ease, his hands shifting upwards underneath her tank top to grab at her waist and just as she leaned down, extending her cuffed hands outward to allow Stiles to do, well, whatever he wanted something suddenly exploded.
Stiles jumped back as she looked up, biting back her laughs as she saw the pan that the pasta was in overflowing with boiling water, spitting out angrily as it bubbled and frothed - oops, guess they got a little 'distracted'
Stiles leapt forward, slipping and sliding across the wet tiles as he grabbed the pan, yanking it off the hob only for him to promptly let out a loud yelp as boiling hot water splashed across his hand, dropping it to the floor with a loud clank.
"Well crap" he muttered, waving his hand about to cool down the burning "that wasn't supposed to happen" he added, eyes falling on the overcooked floppy pasta sprawled out on the floor.
She hid a smile, eyes flashing with amusement, "you make a better officer than a chef" she admitted with a purposeful gleam in her eyes, "wearing that tight uniform and being all dominant and sexy, definitely a turn on"
His eyes were darkening with lust as he glanced up at her before his gaze fell on her cuffed hands and a proud smirk pulled at his lips, he'll she could feel his arousal from where she stood.
"So..." She broke the sexual tension pulling and twisting through the air, because although she was one hundred and ten percent up for that she really was starving, "pizza?"
His eyes once again fell on the pasta covered floor, a disgruntled sigh freeing from his lips.
"Pizza"
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