A/N: Ugh... I rewrote this three times and I don't want to see it anymore... :P
"Why do I need to do this again?" Kuon complained.
Kyoko sighed. "Because I'll be gone for 4 months and I don't want you to eat only fast food the whole time I'm gone."
"There is nothing wrong with fast food," he grumbled while he sliced up an apple. "I've been eating fast food since I was 14, and the food is nowhere near as bad in Japan as it is in America."
"I don't care," she sang as sat before him as she wrote more cooking instructions down on a notebook for him.
"I'm nearing completion of Extract. There is no reason for me to maintain the weight anymore, so there is no reason for me to make…" he leaned over and looked at the header of the recipe and read it off, "Mirin glazed salmon with an apple spinach salad." He scoffed. "I know how to make a salad."
"But not the dressing," she chimed in. "I remembered you said you liked the dressing." She looked up at him and joked, "Besides don't you want to stay as Japan's #1 beefcake?"
He snorted. "I thought I was already number 1 man to hold and I did that before the film. Why bother maintaining it?"
It was her turn to pout. She set her pen down and closed the book. "Okay," she said and hoped off the stool. He watched her walk around the counter with her fingers gliding along the edge of the counter. "What if," she stepped up behind him, letting her hands caress around the back his waist, "I made cooking more interesting?" She finished as she appeared on the other side. He cocked an eyebrow up at her as she turned around at the corner and heaved herself up.
He looked at her with interest, setting his knife down carefully and took a step to the side in front of her. He planted his hands on each side of her on the countertop and she couldn't help but smile. Even though she was comfortably dressed in an oversized sweater, leggings, and thick socks, he still looked at her as someone to be desired. It amazed her to no end, but she was done questioning. Now was the time to take advantage of it.
"Keep talking," he murmured. He leaned in, twisting his head to nuzzle at her neck.
She grinned and her hands reached up for him, landing on his shoulders as he nibbled her neck. "Now wait a minute," she gently pushed him away. "For every task you complete AND," she stressed, "it is still edible, I'll give you a little reward." She lifted the edge of her sweater. "And then when everything is done, we can eat." She lightly bit her lower lip and her hands slipped between her thighs. He had to clear his throat as he stared down at her lap.
He licked lips. "You think that is a smart idea?" She cocked her head to the side in confusion, so he clarified, "Your rewards might be a little too distracting."
She rose her hands and slipped them over his shoulders to clasp behind his neck. "I'll be leading you through the whole process, and you'll be so busy following orders, you won't even notice me."
He scoffed. "That's impossible."
She pouted. "Well if you don't think you can handle it." She moved to slip off the counter but he held his hand up to stop her.
"I'll do it," he told her. "I'll do it all exactly as you tell me and then when it is time to eat, you'll do exactly as I tell you," he whispered with wicked intent. A shudder ran through her and she nodded.
He looked at her and smiled, "Do I get something for cutting up the apple?"
She laughed. "Maybe once you finish with it and cut up the onion."
He took a breath and stepped away. Picking up his knife, he grabbed the other half of the apple and started chopping it into bite sized chunks. Kyoko swung her legs back and forth with her ankles crossed smiling happily without a care in the world. On the last cut, he lifted a piece of the apple and brought it to her lips.
She smiled, stilled to take the piece of fruit between her lips and ate it. "Thank you," she purred.
"Still edible," he mentioned.
She giggled and shook her head. "Onion next. Cut in half and then slice thin. Only half since we aren't making left overs." He did was he was told and made the first cut when she interrupted. "Too thick." He glanced at her and made adjustments. She didn't say anything the rest of the way.
"Good," she praised him and he looked at her expectedly. She chuckled and toed off a sock. Not both… a single sock.
"Seriously?" He asked with humor laced in his voice.
"What? You cut things up all the time. You can't expect me to take out the big guns for cutting up an apple and an onion," she stated, and then she leered at him and whispered suggestively, "I'll take off the other one once you go make the rice."
Kuon snorted and turned around to do exactly that. As soon as he pressed the button to start the rice cooker, the other sock came off. He smiled as he walked back.
"Let's make the glaze. Take cup of mirin, light brown sugar and soy sauce and whisk it together in that dish until the sugar dissolves," She instructed and pointed to a shallow dish. They had pulled everything needed before starting mostly for his sake. She didn't want him to have to think about where things were while cooking. It didn't take him long to mix the glaze. "Put the salmon in it and we will continue to make the salad then flip it in five minutes."
He crossed his arms and did nothing, simply stood there and looked at her. Kyoko grinned and hopped down from the counter. Her sweater was large enough that it hit her mid-thigh, so she took off her leggings next. Kuon watched her bend over and strip off her kitty cat leggings. She took the time to gather her socks from the floor and tossed everything into the living room before jumping back up onto the counter.
She crossed her legs right over left and Kuon reached out and placed his hand on her knee. "Kuon," she warned as his hand smoothed over her thigh. "Salad," she whispered and pushed his hand away.
He pouted. "Don't I get to enjoy my reward at least a little bit?" His other hand came over and caressed her calf lightly tickling her.
"Hmm, I think that would set a bad precedence," she murmured. She picked up her dangling right foot and rubbed the side of his left leg with it. "I can't let you get too distracted with dessert before dinner is ready."
He growled but relented, stepping back to the salad fixings. He took two large handfuls of the baby spinach, drove the apples and red onions on top, then grabbed the walnuts and dried cranberries and dumped them over it. He tossed it around to mixed it up and then set it aside. She explained how to make the champagne vinaigrette and in the middle of making it he flipped over the salmon. He shook the jar vigorously while watching her and then handed it her for approval.
She took the jar and opened it up. She tilted the jar and dipped her pinky finger into it. She met his eyes as she sucked in her finger. She may have taken a little longer than necessary but the look on his face was well worth it.
Setting the jar down, she wiggled the sweater from underneath her bum and pulled it off leaving her in a thin pink camisole and a pair of light grey panties. His eyes ate up the sight, the thin little camisole did very little to hide her perky little tits. His fingers rubbed together to touch the imprint of her nipples through the thin fabric. Once freed of her sweater, she took the jar again.
"Do you want to taste it too?" She asked and before he could answer, she dipped her index finger and pulled it up towards her neck. It dripped low on her chest managing to fall behind the camisole and then she ran the tip of her finger along the base of her neck leaving a line for him to taste.
Kuon yanked the top of her camisole down to the bottom of her breastbone almost snapping the straps at her shoulders. She gasped at the sudden action and leaned towards it to prevent him from breaking it as well as quickly setting the bottle down. His head pushed her back as his large wet tongue licked from between her breasts all the way up to the side of her neck. She moaned and her arms went around his head. His fingers let go of the top allowing it to spring back up but then his hand molded around her breast, squeezing and kneading. He raked his teeth against her skin. He slipped between her knees and Kyoko found herself pulling him in without thinking.
His mouth nibbled up her neck and then her jaw until he reached her lips. She groaned softly as he kissed her. Her mouth opened immediately, her own desire for him driving her to stroke his tongue with her own. She wrapped her legs around his hips and in the heat of the moment, Kuon lifted her up off the counter and Kyoko pulled away from the kiss.
"No, no, no, no," she stammered as she pulled her herself up using his shoulders. "You are jumping the gun."
Kuon groaned and buried his face into her chest. He mumbled something she didn't understand but did plop her back down on the counter. She took a deep breath and embraced the cold of the counter. Meanwhile Kuon turned on the burner with more force than necessary.
"Turn down the heat," she told him. He shot her a look that made her blush. Kyoko swallowed the lump in her throat. She cleared her throat and explained how to cook the fish. It was the only thing he had to focus on other than her. Even though the fillet stuck to the bottom of the pan, he managed to cook it all the way through.
He sighed as he plated the fish. Most of the glaze was burned on the bottom of the pan. One fish fell into three pieces once when he flipped it and the next when he plated it. The other piece was better or whole rather, but didn't think it would taste like the marinade. He turned off the burner and she could see how upset he was. Kuon was good at so many things and combined with his good looks, he seemed almost inhuman. Then she got glimpses of his humanity, like the fact that he can't sing and gets embarrassed over it, he can't cook even with step by step instructions, and finding out that he disliked most people made him seem like a grumpy old man. It all made her heart swell. She smiled happily at him as she broke off a piece of the fish and ate it.
It was fine. Kyoko watched him as he drizzled the dressing over the salad. He was checked out, lost in his own mind. She slipped off the counter and stepped behind him. She puuled off her top and letting it drop to the floor before she wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Don't be so glum. You did good," she encouraged.
"It doesn't come close to yours," he scoffed as he mixed up the salad. She wiggled her hands under his shirt and caressed his tummy.
"The point wasn't to make something that equaled mine. It was to make something edible," she clarified and then proceeded to lean around him and take a spinach leaf from the bowl. His eyes were drawn down to her actions just now noticing her state of undress. He lifted his arm to give her some room while she ate the leaf. "Yummy," she beamed.
He dropped his arm around her, his hand finding nothing but uninterrupted skin along her back. His fingers found the elastic band of her panties. "But I'm guessing not good enough for my final prize," he stated rather than ask.
"But we aren't done yet, and you've gotten this far," she said and took his hand from her hip and pulled it up along the side of her body. He didn't need much guidance as she pushed his hand up and over her right breast. His arm tightened around her and he pulled her forward, his hand squeezing her mound delightfully before slipping behind her.
"I think my teacher is showing me favoritism," he mumbled as he hugged her mostly naked body against himself.
"No, I think for someone who is not good at cooking, making something like this for the first time, you did very well. Any teacher expecting 4-star quality from a rookie is a bad teacher. Plus," she rose up on her tippy toes, "the student's reward is as equally pleasant for the teacher." She smirked up at him and lifted her chin up for a kiss.
"Only 4 stars? Why not 5?" he argued.
She rolled her eyes. "This is why you struggle to grow. You demand perfection too quickly." She turned around. "Let's eat then."
"Whoa." He pulled her back in. "I thought you said I did good," he whispered as his hand started to shove her panties off one side of her waist.
She twisted away from him. "You did. Now you eat then we play. Cooking the meal is only half the battle with you." She took both dishes from the countertop and held them out to him. "Take these. I'll get the rice."
"That was not part of the deal," he grumbled.
"I said, cook the meal and then we eat," she reminded him as she moved to the rice cooker to dish it out. Kuon didn't say anything merely walked to the living room with their food and set it down on the casual table by the couch. He sat down on the floor with his back resting on the couch and his legs crisscrossed together. She smiled knowing that she was teasing him a little too much, but she loved it when she pushed him too far and he would suddenly take over. It gave her a little thrill just thinking about it.
She took the rice and their chopsticks and headed over. She made a little show as she arrived, bending over at the waist to let her chest hang down in front of him. His eyes were glued to her and she knew he didn't care a single bit about dinner. Her eyes flickered to his lap and she could feel the heat rushing to her face. Eager to hide her reaction to her thoughts, she stood up to her full height and stepped between him and the table. Kuon leaned back though his arms reached up to lightly touch her legs as she stepped in front of him; however, she did not step past him. Instead, she twisted around so that her butt faced him and then squatted down to sit in his lap.
Kuon rose an eyebrow as she settled in to the little dip made by his legs. Her delicate legs bent over his folded over calves and her little behind snuggled up between his thighs. His hands ran down his own thighs to his knees as he leaned up against her back and whispered into her ear, "You are playing a dangerous game."
"Am I?" She said coyly. "I was only hoping you would keep me warm. Considering the state I'm in," she pouted sweetly and Kuon growled. He quickly wrapped his arms around her, hands grabbing her breasts, fondling a moment before sliding down her body roaming all over. She let out a soundless breath as his mouth kissed long her shoulder and up her neck.
"Kuon," she moaned. His right hand found its way down between her legs, fingers sliding under the thin little panties and she whimpered. "Wait," she pleaded but he stroked that little button making her voice crack.
"No, no more waiting. I don't think you want to wait either, not with how excited you are." He emphasized his point by slicking his fingers further down her slit exploring the wetness her body created. Her body unconsciously gave into him, her eyes closing to relish in the feeling, her hands at her side gripping his thighs on each side, and her knees slipping towards his giving him more room to touch her.
"But," she breathed and he nipped her ear.
"But I believe the last condition of the agreement was when it is time to eat, you'll do exactly as I tell you," he asserted slipping his fingers shallowly inside of her. Her hips jerked back allowing her to feel how much he wanted her pressing against the curve of her butt.
"We are going to take these off now," he commanded and she felt her head nod. Placing her hands on his thighs, she lifted her hips up off of his lap. She was planning on standing up or at least going to her knees, but Kuon's hands beat her to the goal and his free hand came over and started rolling them off. Her arms shook as she held herself up while he played with her pussy and slowly shifted her panties down. They rolled up to mid-thigh and he finally whispered for her to relax.
"Take them off," he told her and her hands moved to remove the last garment off her legs. She had to lean forward a bit which slowed his actions put but she quickly leaned back against his hard chest. She could hear him smile as he nuzzled his face against her ear.
"Now, if you can honestly tell me that you want to eat rather than finish what we've started," his fingers slipped deeper inside of her, curling against her g-spot making her tremble. "I will make sure to eat every grain of rice you give me before touching you again."
"No," she breathed as his hand thrust up inside of her making her voice quiver. "Please, I want you," she whispered.
"Thank you, God," he mumbled. "On your hands and knees," he said and slipped his hand away from her. She had to blink a few times to understand what he wanted, and then looked in front of her to see that the table was too close for her to do that. Before she could ask, Kuon was stretching out his legs and she had to adjust her position quickly. He gave her room to kneel, her knees going on the outside of his thighs and her feet moving behind her instead of in front; however, her hands were placed on the table edge instead of the floor. She twisted around to see what he was doing, to find out why he asked her to do that, and saw him shirtless. His hands were unbuttoning his jeans.
Ah, he wanted room to undress. Makes sense. She wanted patiently, glancing behind her as he lifted his own hips up to free himself of his clothes. She looked forward as his erection bounced up, eager for attention. She flushed as her own body clenched wantonly at the sight of him. She gasped at his unexpected touch at her hips. She lifted her knee to turn around but he stopped her.
"No, don't. Just sit back with her hands on the table," he said, his voice sound excited and curious. He moved her hips towards him, she followed through with the request until her center was hovering over his hard-on. His hand left her hip and she looked down between her legs to see him position himself beneath her. Licking her lips, she got the basic idea and slowly lowered her hips. He let out a breath the moment his head entered and Kyoko closed her eyes as he slowly impaled her.
A tremble ran through her as they settled down into each other. She brought her knees a little closer to him, and her body clenched his length inside of her forcing out a little groan from his lips.
"Move, sweetheart," he urged, taking her hips with both hands and pushing her forward. Air rushed out of her and she used her arms to push herself back. Pressing her lips together, she ground him into her forcing a little groan from both of them. She had to test some things out, the angle of her body was much lower and the way he touched her from within was completely different, but soon, she was rocking on her knees, back and forth in short little bursts. The table under her hand was being shoved back by her efforts. Soon her hands dropped onto his legs just below his knees to keep the momentum going.
Meanwhile, Kuon was drinking it all in. The swell of her hips, the curve of her ass as she bounced over his cock. He was slouching to give her room to move, but with her tiny body, he was able to touch anything he wanted. His hands stroked up her back, dipping into her waist and he was able to slid up and cup her breasts. The eye feast wasn't as good, but it felt amazing nevertheless. He was able to sit up without ruining her focus and found his way down between her legs. His wife faltered for a moment at the first touch of his fingertips but found a new rhythm, rotating her hips thus allowing him to tease her clit.
It wasn't very long before he brought her over. His arms wrapped around her, holding her intimately as her body trembled and clenched him. He took her hips and pulled her up onto her knees. She groaned softly but did not fight him. He retracted his legs from beneath her so he could kneel behind her. Lifting her hips, he filled her once again. Kyoko's head fell down to the ground as he held her hips up in the air for him. Her body was still running high from the afterglow, hugging him, sucking him in as he rocked up into her. Short, fast, hard thrusts against her. Her hands clenched the carpet floor where her breath tainted with little mewls of pleasure. He wanted to make her climax once more, but his own build up soon spilled over and he moaned at his own moment of ecstasy.
They fell onto the floor, Kuon spooned her on their sides.
"See, I told you cooking was fun."
He groaned, a sound of disagreement, but kissed her shoulder, "Let's agree to disagree."