Pidge x Reader

BUILD ME UP

You had to turn off the music as it annoyed the neighbors, you were only trying to make a point to Pidge that while melting the butter, it was best for the song Build me up Buttercup was playing for maximum potential. Like how people talk to plants. 

She a little bit more amused than the people that told you to pipe it down. 

You were currently mixing the dough as she handed you various objects that she thought you might needed as you put in a form of...time out, that lasted forever from cooking. An astral plane basically. Once she was bored and insisted that she was the one who made dinner that night. 

She thought it would seem easy like those bake off shows and thought that like those card games, she'd take off impression from watching you and Hunk so much. It'd seem that you had called both the cops and firemen. 

Pidge watched you measure and snorted in amusement when you closed the flour and it had popped up and covered the tip of your nose. You looked up smiling good naturely, that always meant ...something.

You  held up the measuring cup and proudly stated,"This calls for drastic measure"

She deadpanned as you laughed to yourself and stuck out your hand expectantly for the mystery prize in hopes it'd be the spoon you needed she nodded and placed it in your hand,"Scalpel" she said offhandedly expecting you to copy back, which you did.

You did something she hadn't really expected though, you walked over to the cupboard.....and pulled out seeds. And dumped them in the dough.

"What are you doing? I thought this was for biscuits not bird feed?" she mumbled looking at you curiously. You softly grinned back, she short circuited a bit. You always got so soft when you cooked. Like the dough. 

"Pecking." You simply stated not really giving her the answer she wanted. 

She stared as you started folding it in, after a bit you let her roll it out and cut it wrapping your arms around her in the process. 

She looked down at you, not annoyed but confused,"Are you ok? is there something in the flour that affects you?" Pidge squinted her eyes as she said this,really starting to believe it.

You pouted and slapped her shoulder lightly removing yourself from the hug,"Am I not allowed to be affectionate without being accused of unknown properties for once? wouldn't I have to snort it like smarties for anything to happen anyways?" you said in one long winded breath. 

Grinning, she put one hand down on your head and ruffled it,confirming it was in fact the real you. 

You rolled her eyes but then took her hand gently and lowered it to your mouth, she blushed torn between pulling away or letting it happen.

You licked her hand.

She yelled.

Pidge pulled it back wiping it all over your face as you giggled like a maniac, huffing she grabbed your own hand and spit on it in retaliation.

Your eyes widened and you began to wipe it over her shirt too to get her back,"I'm not a western gum spit bucket!" you whined. 

"Really? you have enough spit on you to pass for it." She said in a low voice.

You frowned, and took her other hand and kissed it before she could even react.

She blinked at you for a minute and smirked, but you could still see a bit of pink coating her cheeks.

She put the hand you kissed to her heart and leaned on you dramatically,"My knight in pajamas" she said with a sigh leaning her body weight onto you.

You pushed her off immediately as she pouted, Pidge didn't like your advantage of these situations it was the only down fall of being a bit taller than you. You'd made sure that you could hold her no matter how small you were, you were both very surprised when she started growing so you made sure to train even more incase it came to it.

And it happened, you bent down and grabbed her legs and hoisted her up, she did know she could do the same later but this was reluctant to admit, that it was enjoyable. Pidge looked at you and raised an eyebrow as you were able to finally look down to her face.

You grinned cheekily,"We can't have biscuits with claw marks love, the team might start to talk."

"It's not like we can ever get them to stop talking,sadly." She said rolling her eyes but with a underlaying tone that she didn't mind it.

You laughed and walked her over to the couch laying her gently down as she made grabby hands making you laugh even more, you wondered if flour had an effect on her too. 

As you finished sliding them in you felt a pair of rather skinny but beginning to tone arms wrap around your waist easily. She leaned her head in and looked at you from the corner of her eye, you stared at her for a while, you'd always find her eyes a bit entrancing like that snake that comes out of the barrel before that guy had smacked it in the head. 

Your eyes widened after you pulled yourself out,"I forgot to put on oven mitts when I did that!"

Pidge had her eyebrows raised,"Don't you only need those when they need to come out?"

You nodded rapidly making yourself look like a bobblehead,"Yeah! and we'll always accept it when the timer is up. But! you can never be too careful!"

Electing to ignore the first joke you made she pressed a kiss to your cheek, apparently you both were in a affectionate mood.

"Safety second" she remarked. She had to admit she was rather curious of what you liked to do and what there had to be done, it was something she barely had knowledge of on the subject.

After a while of standing around and talking both your stomachs had made...various noises.

"When will the food baby be done?" she whined digging her head into your neck.

You huffed,"In a minute, and STOP calling it that,we both know that YOU know that's not what that means."

She didn't move and refused to acknowledge that.

You both heard a knock at the door and shuffled to open it, revealing the cheerful faces of your teammates as you invited them in their laughter filling the air with you walking and pulling the rest of the food out for them with Pidge chatting with them, everyone was happy.