SNOW FALL - Spicy scenes

Gray and Snow

"Where is the bloody cooking scale?!" she said frustratingly, as she opened a third cabinet. I looked at her and smiled.

"My temper is rubbing off on you." She squinted her eyes at me as she closed the kitchen cabinet.

"Why don't you just tell me where it is?" I finished tying my apron and walked up to her. I stood behind her and reached for the cabinet she was trying to reach.

"I enjoyed watching you struggle a bit." I grabbed the scale and placed it on the counter. "There it is." She rolled her eyes at me.

I walked to the pantry to grab all the ingredients we would need: flour, sugar, vanilla extract...

"Wow, these taste so good!" I walked back into the kitchen and saw her biting on a strawberry.

"We are supposed to use those later, you know?" She finished eating that one and gave me a smug smile.

"I know."

"And you don't care."

"And I don't care." She stuck her tongue out at me, and I found myself looking at it. For too long. "Gray?"

Shit. "Grab your apron already. We don't have all afternoon." Just don't get distracted, you idiot.

"Mine is in the washing machine, and I am not wearing one of those giant aprons of yours." I raised an eyebrow at her. "I don't plan on getting dirty, anyway." She tied her hair up in a high ponytail and placed her hands on her hips. "Let's get started!"

I gave her a half smile and shook my head. "You get on my nerves, woman." She snickered, grabbing my apron by the chest to bring my face close to hers.

"But you like it." She whispered, smiling. She let go of me and went to wash her hands, as I stood there a bit perplexed. She'd caught me off guard - having her that close wasn't good for my self control.

We grabbed the utensils we needed and started preparing the batter for the pancakes. "Okay, you can seal the flour back in. We won't need it anymore." She grabbed it. "Be careful."

"Ah!" She had not been careful. Flour all over her shirt and her face.

"Snow..." I sighed, but couldn't help but laugh. "I told you to be careful." She was smiling at me, her cheeks slightly blushed.

"So this is what it took for you to laugh." She sealed the flour, this time carefully, then faced me again. "I like it." She took a step closer to me, and I let go of the whisk. "A lot." She placed her hands on my cheeks and caressed them. "You should do it more."

"I smile the most when I'm with you." She moved her hands to the back of my neck, pulling me towards her.

"Really?" Our lips were merely an inch apart.

"Yes. Really." I swallowed. She was tempting me, and she knew it. And damn, I took the bait.

I snaked my right hand around her waist and pulled her closer. We searched each other's eyes, waiting for whatever the other was going to do. I brought my lips to hers and kissed her, gently. Slowly. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I slipped my tongue into her mouth. I explored every corner, the kiss getting more passionate by the second.
We broke the kiss at the same time, as we were both running out of air. I smiled at her. "Did you like this, too?" I let go of her waist and she rested her hands on my chest.

"Uhh, yes." Her cheeks flushed, she bit her lower lip.

"Should we finish the batter?" She nodded and grabbed the flour to bring it back to the pantry. I might have been acting unaffected, but the growing bulge in my pants would've said otherwise. Thank god for that apron.