Rogue Squad

Heating Up

The large kitchen is mostly empty. A few older women are sitting at one of the long tables and gossiping quietly between themselves. At the other end of the room, searching through the cabinets and closets for something to eat, are a group of wild looking men. They are casually sifting through all the inventory in the pack house. Trying to come up with something good to eat that they don't have to cook. I wish them the best of luck. The best they will probably find is Ramen.

Greyson, Leo, Rina, and myself, on the other hand, are quickly putting together the ingredients to make Slutty Brownies. Rina has placed Greyson and myself in charge of making the brownie batter while her and Leo handle the cookie batter.

Greyson and I have most the ingredients together and all that's left is to stir up the batter. I grab the bowl in my right hand and the spatula in my left. I start the mixing process as Greyson watches.

I notice him raising an eyebrow impatiently.

"What's that about?" I ask quickly, slowing down my mixing so I can focus on the conversation.

"What do you mean?" He asks, feigning innocence. I huff at him in blatant annoyance.

"Oh you know exactly what I mean!"

He smirks playfully, "no clue what you're talking about, crazy lady."

"You," I fling the spatula in his direction accidentally spraying some batter onto the counter top next to where Greyson is standing, "raised an eyebrow while I was mixing the batter. Is there something you wanted to say?"

He laughs as he grabs a paper towel and gently wipes up the splatter I left on the counter. He tosses the paper towel out and returns his attention to me. "I was only thinking that you were mixing a bit slowly."

I frown playfully back at him, "oh and you think you could do a better job?"

He smirks, "uh, yeah. Of course."

I shrug my shoulders in a cocky manner, "welp, too bad. We agreed I was doing the mixing."

"No. You claimed that all on your own." He points out truthfully.

I shrug again, "isn't it best if a girl knows what she wants?"

He sighs and whispers something that sounds like, "and what is it that you want?" Yet it's so quiet I'm not sure if he really said it or not.

My heart thumps oddly in my chest. I decide to clarify.

"What was that?" I ask as I start to once again mix the batter. The flour, eggs and other ingredients quickly turn brown as I gently fold and mix it all to perfection.

"Just upset that I didn't call mixing before you did, slowpoke." He informs me.

Huh, so I must have heard wrong?

I shrug my shoulders, shaking off whatever curiosity I had on the matter. I continue to mix the brownie batter. Soon all the clumps of flour and egg are completely meshed into the mixture, leaving a smooth-rich-brown liquidy substance.

As soon as I'm done mixing, I reach my finger into the bowl. I swoop out a decent amount of mix on my finger and plop it into my awaiting mouth. I close my eyes and practically moan at the chocolate flavors bursting on my tongue. "This is so good."

"Oh is it now?" Greyson asks.

I nod my head, "yeah try some."

As I go to open my eyes, I feel Greyson's large hand latch onto my left hand, the one that was doing the mixing. Small tingles blaze across the surface of my skin at his touch. I release the spatula as he drags it slowly up to his mouth. Gently with his tongue, he licks up the remaining batter that had splattered onto my hand when I was mixing.