Different~ {TMNT Raphael x reader }

Cooking Together

-Unedited- (You've been warned)

       It's been a month since your 'depressing' experience, and you've been doing a lot better, along with your mom.

As of today, you had your apartment all to yourself. And for the past hour, you've been doing nothing but trying to make pecan pie. Your and your moms favorite.

            "Alright, now to get all the ingredients." You say to yourself, scrolling the page down on the computer to see.

           "Three eggs, umm- brown sugar..." You stick your tongue out as you think, something you always did.

             "Only if I would had brought my phone."

          You gasp lightly as you turn around to the sudden voice behind you. There stood, your boyfriend, Raphael, a smirk picking at his lips.

            You smiled, "Hello to you too."

          He greeted you by wrapping his arms around you waist, and kissed you ok your forehead. You always smiling to this.

           "What's cookin'?" He asks, his arms still secured around you.

         You turn around in his arms, your back now facing him- you toward the bowl in front of you, and sighed. "Attempting to make pecan pie. Wanna help?"

           With a chuckle and a nod, Raphael realized his grip and walked over, leaning against the counter. "Sure. Though, what's first?"

          "To put all these ingredients into a bowl. Oh! Wait! No, to get the crust ready." You race around the kitchen, the oven already set, and grab your pie pan.

            You take your already homemade crust- made about an hour ago- and place it into the pan. You pitch the edges of the side of it, forming the crust better.

            "Um...babe?"

     You turn around to face Raphael, looking at him curiously. You couldn't see what he was doing since you were facing his back side.

           "I think- well- I don't...I can't crack this egg damn it!"

        You were taken back by his sudden out burst, but walk over next to him.
           "Relax, let me show you."

         You pour the shredded egg shell and yoke out of the bowl, gripping an egg in your hands. With a simple tap, the center cracked, you then cracking the egg perfectly into the bowl.

         "See?" You start, rinsing off your fingers after throwing the remains out. "Easy."

            "Yeah, if you're a chef!" He puffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

         You rolled your eyes, a smile on your face, and stood in front of him.

           You stood up on your tippy toes to meet your lips to his, wrapping your arms around his neck.

             "It's just an egg, Raphie. Not the end of the world."

           He only sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist to pick you up onto the counter.
           "Yeah, just an egg. I'm a ninja and I can't even crack one."

         You giggled, "Hush ya big baby."

        He rolled his eyes in a playful manor, kissing you passionately. You felt your heart flutter in delight, your skin pricked with goosebumps. You loved the way he made you feel. Heck, he loved the way you make him feel.