"Okay, Lovebirds, would you mind turning the oven on to 350? Assuming you can handle that, of course." Yang smirked as Weiss huffed.
Weiss found the knob on the oven and set it to preheat. "I'm aware that I burned things before, but I DO know how to operate an oven. It's the finer aspects of cooking that elude me."
"Like setting a clock?"
"Hmph."
"You'll make a great chef when I'm done with you. Both of you? I don't know, do you need lessons?" Yang turned to Weiss' date, wondering if he was was as clueless as Weiss was in a kitchen. The blonde definitely looked like she knew how to cook; this was the first time he'd seen her hair up in a ponytail, and she'd swapped her usual outfit for a tank top and cargo pants plus a homely apron covered in sunflowers. Even without her short shorts and massive cleavage, she made the cook look work wonders.
Considering the man didn't grow up with a butler for every meal, he knew how to maneuver around a kitchen. "I think I'm fine, but wouldn't hurt." He looked to Weiss, who was wearing a sleek blue gingham dress and an incredibly cute apron decorated with snowflakes. She had come prepared to cook, or at least learn. She bought the apron specifically for today, but one would think she might have been considering her date's appreciation; she (likely intentionally) looked like the type of woman one would see on tv baking pies and welcoming her husband home with a kiss.
"Always nice to avoid the Bachelor's Diet," Yang said, starting to lay out the ingredients for Ruby's cake. "Everyone deserves a better palate than chicken and rice, and seeing as Weiss can't cook for you just yet~"
"I'm finding a new cooking teacher," Weiss stated, not pleased with Yang's taunts. "I'm sure I can find one that isn't so condescending."
"Some of us had to cook for ourselves," Yang said, pouring the cake mix into a bowl. "Me especially; Ruby needed better than my dad's… yeah, chicken and rice."
"Just your dad?"
Without looking back or skipping a beat, Yang stirred ingredients with some water. "Yeah, it was just me, Ruby, and my dad. Had to learn a lot of things to help out."
"Oh…"
"Nah, it's cool. I love cooking!" Yang brandished her cake-spattered spatula with an energetic pose. "And trust me, you gotta be good for someone as picky as Ruby. Plus, imagine what it'll be like when I'm married and I can do the whole, 'only wear the apron,' thing!" She struck another pose, this one filled with significantly more sexual intent; she was bent over just enough to make her cleavage seem significantly deeper and her hips were cocked to the side. Her devious face sold it, letting the man know she really wanted to please her partner for her own sexual pleasure.
"Yang!" Weiss shouted. "Please try and behave yourself!"
"Oh, come on. If your little boy toy can't handle a little flirting, he's not strong-willed enough for you. Plus, come on, you've never thought about cooking naked?" As Weiss fumed, Yang looked at the man, smiling wide. "You'd enjoy it, right?"
A bit unsure of how to respond, the man stuttered. Of course, the idea of a cute girl like Weiss in her little apron and nothing else was now a life goal, and Yang laying out breakfast with only a few sunflowers clothing her sounded like Heaven, but Weiss probably wouldn't appreciate egging Yang on.
"Well… maybe lets get past the second date before Weiss and I discuss something like that."
"Ah, boy toy knows his place."
"Could you please act your age!?" Weiss steamed. "Stop flirting with my boyfriend!"
"I mean, technically I dated him first. And I think I'm acting like an adult," Yang said, having been mixing the batter for several minutes. She'd been doing it so nonchalantly during the conversation, neither hadn't noticed.
Weiss blinked. "Wait, you did?"
"He's allowed to SAY he did, at least. It's his reward for hanging out with Ruby and letting her upgrade his weapon."
"This system doesn't work if you tell people, you know?" The man pointed out, amused by Yang's ability to mess with Weiss.
"Eh, current girlfriends should know their partner's dating history, even if it is fake." Yang smirked, then drew her eyes to Weiss. "Who knows, maybe they're the jealous type?" She reached past the man to turn the stove on. He noticed her wink at him.
"I'm not jealous! You're flirting with my boyfriend while I'm right here!"
"Actually, I'm baking a cake," Yang laughed, cracking eggs. "A cake which, I'll remind you, I'm allowing you to take credit for; Ruby is going to freak when she hears you decided to bake for her."
"We were going to make it, to be fair," the man said, reminding Yang that she had butted in. "Though, you obviously know better than either of us about this sort of thing." He thought that Weiss deeply regretted letting Yang interrupt the date; considering the blonde was doing little else other than trolling her, it isn't hard to see why.
"Tell you what: you two can mix the topping." Yang pushed a bunch of chocolate towards both the man and Weiss. "Then you can say you at least helped. I just need to mix a bit and this is ready to go in."
Far more excited now that she was allowed to do something, Weiss bounced over to the counter and surveyed the ingredients. Checking the instructions she'd pulled up, she asked, "Can you help me mix the chocolate?"
Finally starting to feel like this was a date, the man sidled up next to Weiss and starting mixing. Together, they melted butter and the chocolate in a pan before adding it to some confectioners sugar. After they carefully poured in some hot water, Weiss started to beat the ingredients together; her fantasy of being a cute baker seemed to crystallize into this one moment as she began looking up to her date with a sparkle in her eyes brought on by her mixing. He imagined that she didn't want to learn to cook so much as she wanted to look adorable while whisking, but boy did she look adorable while whisking.
"And… we're good!" Yang said, taking off her oven gloves and undoing her apron. "In twenty to twenty five minutes, you two get to be heroes." She mock clapped. "Congrats, you… baked? I guess."
Half annoyed, half petty, Weiss held up her bowl of frosting. "I did something at least. Well, we did something." She looked up at the man next to her, her dream of baking fulfilled.
"So… NOW comes you asking about cooking naked?" Yang said, smiling in anticipation.
Weiss' face dropped. "Ugh."
"Don't look so sour; now comes the best part!" Yang held up a spoon. Jumping up to sit on the counter, she took the bowl formerly containing the cake mix and grabbed some. With a smile, she munched. Extending the bowl towards Weiss, she said, "Come on!"
Still somewhat annoyed, Weiss accepted the bowl. "Thank you. So now we just wait?"
"Pretty much. I usually just leave it and play a game or two."
"Well, I say we reward ourselves for a job well done!" Weiss grabbed a spoon and took some cake mix. "Baking is fun so far! Here," she said, passing her date the bowl.
"I definitely enjoyed only doing the fun part," the man said, pulling a spoon towards him from across the room. As he scooped a good portion of mix from the bowl, he smelled nothing but sweet, sweet chocolate.
"Things ARE more fun when you do the fun parts."
Combining the mix, Yang's enhancements, and the chocolate chips, the man tasted pure bliss; in such a small, condensed amount, the mix was enough to be delicious without being overbearing. A less restrained person at a younger age would have definitely eaten massive amount of the batter and gotten sick, but sharing the portion between two friends meant that it was the perfect amount.
As the clock winds on, the man, Weiss, and Yang share a bowl of cake mix and enjoy each other's company. It was definitely a strange date, sharing it with Yang, but he and Weiss greatly appreciate her help; Ruby's birthday/apology/friendship cake came out looking perfect, and smelled far better.
"Okay, add a bit of hot water to the frosting," Yang said, bending over to reach inside the oven. The man can't help but notice how her cargo pants conform to her butt as she ducks inside to retrieve the cake; reminding himself that he was on a date, he helped Weiss re-mix the frosting so it can be applied to the cake. "And, here it is!" The blonde set the cake down on the table and removed her gloves once more.
"It looks amazing!" Weiss said, gleefully jumping up and down. "Oh, it smells so wonderful!"
"Agreed. I'd say this is just about a success."
"Just about," Weiss said, turning around. The man followed her to the sink, where she measured out some hot water to add to the frosting to make it spreadable.
"Just go ahead and call me anytime you want to do some baking!" Yang said, doing a bit of cleaning. As Weiss turned around swirling the freshly spreadable frosting, she looked at the man, smirked, and said, "Whether or not I wear clothes depends on if you keep being a sweetheart to Ruby~"
"Yan– Oh!" Weiss fumed, interrupting herself by accidentally flinging warm frosting in her rage. The man felt flecks of warm chocolate dot his face as Weiss stammered out, "Oh, oh my… I'm so sorry!"
Laughing the chocolate splatter off, the man wiped some bits off his face and said, "It's fine, more for me."
"Yang! Look what you made me do!"
"What?" Yang said, looking mock offended. "Being nice to my sister makes him cuter! I can't help myself~"
"Gah!" Weiss shouted, failing to be anything other than sheepish. She put the bowl of frosting down and snarled at Yang. "Well, you can frost the cake, then! I will continue being on a date, with my boyfriend." She looked up at the man in question, her harsh face immediately softening. He saw her eyes flick back to Yang, then a smile crossed her face. "Oh," she said, putting a hand on his cheek; her skin was incredible soft and warm, the scent of chocolate still lingering off of her gentle fingers. "You still have some chocolate on your face; let me get it."
A bit blindsided, the man felt Weiss gently persuade his face lower as she moved to meet it. The heiress gently tilted her face, pursed her lips, and drew him in for a kiss; though normally a kiss on the second date might be strange or rushed, Weiss' soft lips touched his and he felt nothing but right. In addition to the chocolate cake still on her tongue, he tasted peppermint in her lip gloss as she lingered on his face, cradling him in her hand. He felt her fingers apply more pressure as she held the kiss; though it lasted maybe a second, the time spent locked with Weiss made the man feel like she knew that he was what she wanted. Weiss Schnee knew after two dates and two prior-but-meaningful meetings that he was deserving of her; of course, the reason she kissed him was in no small part due to Yang's goading, but she clearly had known the moment wasn't far off. The ice princess had decided to assert her position and prove that the man was her boyfriend, denying Yang's flirtations.
As Weiss released her boyfriend from the kiss, she giggled and said, "There, all clean!"
After a moment of being stunned, the man looked up to Yang. As opposed to him, she was completely unfazed by Weiss' forwardness; in fact, she gave him a quick thumbs up and mouthed, "You're welcome," before saying, "Woah, girl!" and acting surprised. The man realized that Yang had intentionally been flirting with him to make Weiss jealous; he had few problems with that, plus now he knew that Weiss was 100% the jealous type. She knew what she wanted and made sure she got it, and he was her latest fixation.
"What?" Weiss said, looking smug as she turned to face Yang. "He's my boyfriend, which you seem to have forgotten again." She grabbed the man's arm and snuggled closer to him; he decided to place the hand on her hip and hold her tight, reinforcing Weiss' comment. Yang had decided to play wingman and nudge Weiss into desiring him more; for now, he can be her possession, but this provided a shortcut to being a couple as opposed to just going out on a date. Weiss even felt strong enough to call the man her boyfriend, showing that even the short time he'd known her meant little.
"I guess you'll just have to remind me if I forget again," Yang said, smirking. She began frosting the cake and sprinkling it with chocolate chips. "Either way, this is good to go! Now, does the happy couple want to make a girl's day?"
Holding her boyfriend's hand, Weiss walked him over to the cake and picked it up. "Let's go!"