Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 23 - Pancakes and Booty Shakes

GUESS WHO'S BACK?!
I'll give you a lot more information and things at the end of this chapter! Love you!! (:

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^ Scarlett's POV ^

"Hey, babe?" I called from downstairs tiredly, yawning as I lazily flipped the pancake I was currently cooking. It was currently 7:30 a.m and I was surprisingly energised. Normally I'd be a walking zombie, but this morning I had the motivation to cook.

"I'm right here" I heard a voice say mischievously from behind me, making me jump out of my skin. I hissed as my finger came in contact with the hot pan, but ignored it to look at the other hot Pan in the room.

"Peter!" I yelped, with wide, watery eyes. I grabbed hold of my finger, turning to glare at my idiotic boyfriend.

"Oh god, sorry! I didn't mean to scare you. Are you okay?" he spoke, obvious concern in his voice that made me smile. Though my finger stung like a bitch, I simply ignored it and reached up to peck him on the cheek shyly.

"I'll be fine" I giggle, turning back around to continue making breakfast for the two of us. I feel his cold hands wrap around my waist, making me shiver.

"I know you're lying, it's obvious it's sore. But I admire you ignoring it to continue making me a delicious breakfast" he chuckles, kissing my jaw and loosening his grip on my hips.

"I love how you say that as if I'm not going to eat the whole thing" I laugh, smiling brightly as I hear his sharp laughter behind me.

Normally we'd eat food with all the others, but this morning we decided to just chill out like a regular couple. Which is another discussion for another day, considering neither of us have actually asked the other out. We're kind of just winging it at the moment.

I placed the few pancakes I'd made for the both of us onto plates, slapping his hand away as he goes to grab one. He frowns playfully, but decides it's best not to try me at this hour of the morning.

I lazily grabbed bacon from the fridge and placed it on the pan in a few quick steps, ignoring the distinct sound of Peter pulling out a chair and practically slamming himself into it behind me. I rolled my eyes at his childish behaviour, realising he was pretending to be upset about me labelling the pancakes off bounds.

"So do you like your bacon crispy or....?" I trailed off, turning around to look at him. He had a fake pout on his lips, though I could tell he was hiding a smile.

"I don't mind.... You know, I really like my bacon with pancakes. If only I could have some" he said dreamily, ending it with a playful glare while harshening his words just a bit. I simply laughed at him, finishing off the bacon and placing it on the plate with the pancakes.

I placed the plate in the middle of the clean, wooden table that stood in the middle of the huge kitchen of my treehouse. Peter ended up staying here after a long night of dealing with Hook, deciding he wasn't bothered to walk the oh so long trek back to his treehouse. What a tiring walk....

"Peter, darling. Could you help me set the table? It'll only take a minute" I asked him sweetly, trying to break him from his 'I'm pretending to be grumpy' moment.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt" he spoke, almost daintily with a soft smile. I returned the expression before heading to the different cupboards to grab all we needed.

I simply grabbed plates, cutlery and orange and apple juice. Peter on the other hand..... Now I don't know what he likes on his pancakes, but he practically tore apart the kitchen and put everything in it on the table. It was funny to watch him struggle with holding all the different things, desperately trying to keep a grip on them.