Word: Peckish
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"You said you were peckish, Stiles. This? This does not count as peckish! It's beyond peckish and into the ballpark of feeding a small army," Derek exclaimed, staring at the mess in the kitchen but not daring to cross the threshold.
Stiles looked up from the oven a little sheepishly, wiping his flour-covered hands on his pants and licking his lips nervously. He looked at the three benches all covered in food and ingredients and winced a little, realising that yeah, he might've gone over the top. Just a tiny bit.
"Well, I thought of eating nuggets for a snack, so I put those in the oven, then I realised we had curly fries, and you can't have nuggets without curly fries, so I put them in too. And then I thought a milkshake would be pretty damn awesome with that too, the milk and salt thing, y'know. And then that made me think of cookies, and we didn't have chocolate chips, so I had to cut up the chocolate by hand, and it got a little messy. Then I remembered that everyone would be coming over tomorrow, and they'd eat all of the cookies again, so I had to make chocolate cupcakes as well so I could hide the cookies and give them all the cupcakes instead. Did you know we have four different kinds of mixing bowls?"
"Well, I'm pretty sure I can see three of them now," Derek said, sighing.
"Yeah, well I've been trying to clean things along the way, which is probably why you can't see the fourth. I think it's buried under the stack of cutlery. So, uh, we might need another mixing bowl if I'm going to get this apple pie crust done."
"Why exactly do you need apple pie on top of all of this?" Derek asked incredulously.
"Um... Because it's apple pie?" Stiles offered, trying to smile and hope he was forgiven because of his cute boyfriend factor. (It wasn't a high hope, honestly.)
Of course, if he wasn't forgiven now, Stiles knew that Derek had a thing about his mouth, and certain parts of Derek's anatomy in his mouth, and figured he get forgiven later.
The buzz from the oven timer distracted them both for a moment, Stiles hurrying to turn and get the nuggets and fries out, placing the waiting tray of cookies in next.
"If you want to go for a run, I can be finished in here in about an hour," Stiles offered as he stood up and turned to face Derek.
Derek, who was obviously a ninja in his spare time, had come into the kitchen without a fucking noise, and promptly scared the shit out of Stiles, who flailed at his sudden appearance and accidentally smacked him in the face.
"Fuck, Stiles. That stings!"
"Don't sneak up on me like that! You know I don't handle sneaky things well!"
"Yeah, yeah. Hand me the tea towel," Derek said, nodding to the check towel hanging off the oven door.
"Are you going to hit me with it? 'Cause I won't pass it to you then," Stiles said warily, holding the tea towel out of reach.
"No, you dork; I'm going to dry the dishes so you can finish the apple pie crust."
Stiles grinned broadly, kissed him firmly, and smacked the tea towel into Derek's chest. Derek cupped Stiles' ass, then reached around him and grabbed a curly fry off the tray. The look on Stiles' face absolutely made up for his burnt fingertips.
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End of the word challenge.
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