31 Day OTP Challenge - SpaMano

Chapter 08: Cooking Dinner

Chapter: 08 Cooking Dinner

Friday, September 18, 2015

The Tomato Bastard was certainly living up to his name...

When it came to dinner, that bastard sure knew how to set Lovino off. God, it was infuriating. Tonight was Lovino's turn to make dinner, and he was glad he didn't have to use a certain circular, red fruit. He and Antonio had been making lots of dishes with tomatoes lately. He liked them a lot, but that wasn't the reason he had been cooking with them before. They had a fucking million of them. When Antonio had found out that Lovino loved the fruit, he had gone out and bought more plants than he already had. They all seemed to want to produce fruit at the exact same time, too. By the time they were done bearing for the season, they had way too many for Lovino's liking. He didn't thirty plus tomatoes in his apartment at one time. There were only two people to feed. It wasn't as if he was feeding an entire neighborhood. As soon as he saw how much they had in the basket on the kitchen table, Lovino flipped. Yes, all of the fruit was fresh and homegrown. They weren't modified to grow bigger like those you'd find at a supermarket. They were small and sun-warmed sitting in the light the windows provided. But Lovino wouldn't have it. He had yelled at the bastard for making such a stupid mistake, and ever since then, Antonio had been using them in everything he cooked.

They had finally run out a few days earlier. Lovino had no idea what to cook without them at first, but there was no way in hell that he would admit that he wanted more; Antonio hadn't bought a single one since Lovino yelled at him. The Italian had too much pride to admit he was craving his favourite fruit once again. It wasn't fucking happening. Ever since then, he had been making dishes that didn't require them. And he didn't know as many of those, that was for sure. Tonight, he was making an alfredo sauce with homemade, cheese ravioli. He refused to buy the ravioli at the store. He found it to be better fresh. He made his own pasta dough the day before whilst Antonio had cooked dinner in preparation. He simply had to make the actual ravioli and the sauce. Not too hard.

That is, until the fucking Tomato Bastard walked into the kitchen and snuck up on him. The fucking bastard blew in his God damned ear. Lovino tensed up in front of the counter as he prepared his ravioli.

"Whatcha cooking Lovi?" he asked, leaning casually on the counter.

Lovino wished he had set a rule about the bastard being in the kitchen when he was cooking. He should have because this bastard was fucking irritating. He didn't have any sort idea for personal space and boundaries.

"A, none of your business. B, it's Lovino. C, why the fuck did you blow in my God damned ear?"

The bastard shrugged. He fucking shrugged. "Can I help you cook?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because it's my night to cook," he replied calmly.

"But I want to help. Fridays can become our night to cook." He wiggled his brows suggestively to emphasis the word 'our'. Lovino nearly gagged.

"No. Where the fuck did you come up with that stupid idea?" Lovino placed a hand on his popped hip, a single brow raised in confusion and irritation.

"No where. Just a thought," Antonio replied. He was totally hiding something, but Lovino didn't press on.

"No. It's my night to cook. Fuck off."

"Please Lovino?"

The Italian sighed in exasperation. He had the feeling that the Tomato Bastard wouldn't give up no matter how many times he was denied. It was part of his persistent personality. "Will you shut the hell up if I let you? And will you do everything I ask?"