She's My Girlfriend!

Chapter 43: Cooking Time!

—- Jedean Point of View—-

How the fuck do you cook a chicken?! I stood there with two whole chickens sitting on the counter, oozing with crap I didn't want to deal with... how ridiculous. I sighed as I leaned against the hot over. Mom wanted me to oven bake these...? Make mashed potatoes and some sort of vegetable? I scratched the back of my neck as I rolled my eyes.

"How's it coming along?" I heard a familiar angelic voice ask. I looked up to see the brown hair girl leaning against the kitchen doorway, a smile on her face. I glared at her though.

"I don't know what to do. Can you even cook a whole bird...?" Jemma laughed as she put her hair up, walking around the counter top and grabbing an apron. I swallowed the lump in my throat as I tried to ignore the fact that... well this looked strangely hot to me.

"You have to first make sure that there's nothing in side of them, silly." She picked up the one bird and opened its legs and... ew... there was crap inside. I was going to throw up right there. "See? Ok now, do you want to help me tie them?"

"Tie them...?" What the f?! Why would I tie them? They're dead... I'm pretty sure they can't run away? She offered a laugh as she rolled her eyes and pulled me over to where she was.

"Yeah, cut some string for me."

I made a face as I took the scissors and cut off a decent amount of string for her. "You have to tie them up." She explained as she tucked the birds wings in. "So that the bird cooks evenly." She said as she tied the bird legs with its body. I watched as she worked fast and steady. 'Wow... I couldn't do that to save my life...'

"So, you cook?" I asked her randomly as she put salt and pepper all around the two chickens. I leaned against up against the counter as she had me to cut vegetables.

"I took home economics a few times, so I guess I cook. It relaxes me I guess? Can you hand me those pans?" I gave her the two pans for what I assumed the birds were going to be cooked in. She whipped her hands on the apron as she made some sort of tin foil wrap? I don't know what it was... she placed it on the bottom of the pan and then... ah ok. The chicken sat on that so it wouldn't burn. 'Yay, I'm smart!' "

But yeah, I like cooking. It's my second favourite thing aside from soccer obviously.

Are you done cutting the... wow..." She said as she looked at my horrible cutting job, laughing at me. I glared at her playfully as I handed it to her.

"Don't make fun of me; this isn't a normal thing for me." I frowned as she smiled over to me, making my frown disappear and a warm feeling rise in my chest.

'Ugh, calm down Jedean!' I told myself. What a total fucking fail though.

"I know, but wow... these are..." She laughed as she placed them in with the chicken.

I bit my lip as I watched her place them in the over, with some chicken broth or whatever she called it... it was liquid ok? I watched as she started cleaning up the cutting to start peeling potatoes. "Do you want to help me? Or am I going to do everything?" She tossed a look over her shoulder at me.

Oh god... I need to get laid. I walked over to where she was, standing behind her as I wrapped my arms around her waist. Her body tenses up as she stopped peeling a potato, turning her head to look up at me. "What are you doing?"

"Just holding you, is that bad?" I asked innocently as I kissed the back of her neck. I smiled as I felt her shiver in my arms, her putting the peeler down now as she placed her hands on the counter. I slid my hands down her back, lifting the bottom of her shirt. I heard her breath stop as my hands came in contact with her skin, my lips grazing her collarbone.

"Jedean... don't." She whispered, though obviously didn't sound as if she wanted me to stop. I scratched my nails down her lithe back. My fingers dance along down to her hips as I kissed my way to the back of her neck. I could feel that she was getting hot...so was I!

"Jedean...come on anyone could walk right in..." She turned around in my arms, my hands now being placed on her ass. I smirked as I pulled back to see her face flushed.

She placed her hands on my waist as she leaned her head against mine, her hair making it impossible for me to see her face.

I was using all my willpower to not ravish her, and let me tell you guys, do you know how hard that is? It's harder than getting a goal when you're more than half a field away. (I've done it ;)) I bit my lip though and moved away from her, fixing my shirt and apron. I watched as she leaned against the counter, staring at me intently, her chest heaving and her tongue running over her lips. I felt something rise in me at that moment. I ran my hands through my hair as I tried to ignore it.

I took my apron off and placed it on the counter as I walked over to the sliding glass door that lead to the back porch.

A/N: Any thoughts? Comment? hehe... see you on the next chapter...