Author's Notes: I was originally going to leave this as a one-shot, but a lot of people requested a longer story, so I tried for a second chapter. Enjoy!

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A few hours later, Erina closed the door to her quarters, and crumpled onto the ground.

Her face was cherry tomato red and her lips felt hot and tingly. She still could not believe it. Soma had kissed her. He'd kissed her – just like that! Her heart raved against her chest, and her limbs quivered as the memory replayed in her head. Soft lips, full of flavour, expertly pushing up her lower lip-

Erina groaned, and buried her face in her knees.

This was humiliating. It's not like she'd enjoyed the kiss. Okay, he was definitely a good kisser, and he'd smelled so good close up like that, but – but she didn't like it. He was an obnoxious boy raised on the streets. He'd only smelled good because he'd been surrounded by good food. His lips were only soft because –

because of the food! He'd probably tasted the recipes beforehand, and surely some oil must have glossed his lips up!

They were probably really dry and cracked otherwise.

Erina nodded feverishly to herself at this conclusion, and straightened up. She took a deep breath, and a shudder went through her body. Steadying her restless heart, she repeated, he's a loser, he's a loser, he's a loser, he's a loser, he's a loser like a mantra in her head. With that solace firmly implanted in her head, she opened her door and-

"Hi, Erina-sama," Hisako said cheerfully, face popping up into the doorway.

In a moment of frenzy, Erina shouted, "I didn't like it!"

"You didn't like…" Hisako trailed off. She had a white cloth wrapped around her head, and sweat beaded down her face. "I just wanted to tell you that the nurse said I have to take the night off tomorrow."

Erina stared, and blinked. Flushing lightly, she said primly, "Of course. Feel better, Hisako."

"I will?" Her friend raised a single brow. "Is something going on?"

"Nothing is going on," Erina said. "Nothing at all."

Hisako was giving her a weird look, so Erina hastily parted and made way down the hallway. That was close. She could still feel her friend burning holes into her back, so she flipped her hair and tried to walk as confidently as she usually did. Her insides were still like knotted spaghetti, but she had to at least maintain composure on the outside.

As she walked down the hallway, she saw Soma cooking through the windows of the kitchen. His head was bent over, and he was dicing avocado with rapid precision. She paused, and watched his nimble fingers work.

Her eyes shadowed.

That boy… everything about him made her so angry. He was so… careless!

And just kissing her like that… hmph…

She watched as he shifted his weight, and began mashing the avocado, his arms flexing.

Erina twisted her lips, and her sadistic streak ran through her like a flash of heat in her veins.

If he wanted to be a tease, she wouldn't be one to back down. After all, Soma may have been a good kisser, but Erina was the one with the godly tongue.

The game was on, and Erina never lost a challenge.

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She'll probably send you to jail.

Soma berated himself as he pounded down on the avocado like there was no tomorrow. He'd gone and kissed the Ice Queen of all people! It had seemed like the right thing to do at the time. She'd run off by herself, her taste buds had been malfunctioning, and her lips had just been so full and pink and right there. Plus the shrimp!

He hadn't been lying or anything. There had been a little bit of leftover jam on her lips from the jam-and-shrimp he'd given her.

It had made sense at the time. He'd felt like a rock star as he strode away, leaving her in numb and bare shock. But as he mulled over the event, he realized what a dangerous move it was. This was Erina. She didn't take well to being humiliated. And he'd definitely caught her off guard, and embarrassed her.

With her money and status, she could probably send me to jail for sexual harassment.

He wouldn't put it past her. She had a way of getting her revenge. But she'd definitely responded, very eagerly.

Soma cursed in his head, and nearly chopped his finger off. Great. He was panicking in the kitchen. He wished his father was there to slap his hands and get his head back in gear. But alas, he was all alone, with a mind full of Nakiri Erina…

"Soma," Erina purred.

Soma nearly jumped three feet in the air. "Nakiri," he said, heart beat steadying for a moment – then speeding up again. "What- what are you doing here?"

"I believe we had some unfinished business," Erina drawled. Were her lips always so… plush?

He focused on her eyes. "Heh- about before, it was just to help you taste again! I know food was getting boring, and we couldn't have that-"

Erina pressed her finger to his lips, effectively shushing him, and he clamped his mouth shut. Okay. This was weird. And wow, her breasts were big.

Soma! Focus! Ice Queen! Jail!

"Shhhhh," she said. Her breath was hot against his neck. "Soma…"

And since when did she call him Soma?

Soma swallowed, and awkwardly eyed her. "I'm cooking."

"You are burning up." she nodded, the edge of her lips brushing his nape. "So hot…"

"C-cooking.. I should get back to cooking-" he stuttered.

"You should" she said. Her voice sounded breathless, and she leaned across his shoulder to whisper into his ear. Her body pressed up against his, and holy shit, things were getting hot, and it wasn't the steam from his stir-fry. "Soma," she whispered, her lips hovering outside the curve of his ear. He braced himself. "You disgust me."

Soma blinked. Wait? What?

Erina moved back in less than a second, eyed him sharply, and said, "That sauce needs more spice. It smells just like I would expect from a low-grade diner."

What?

She turned on her heel, and strutted away.

Soma blinked, and stared at his pot. He tasted his sauce. It seemed fine to him. He whirled back around where he only caught the end of her hair disappearing down the hallway.

What the HELL had just happened?