Can you believe that the head chef wants us to go to couples counseling? He keeps saying that we bicker like a married couple. I'm not gonna say if that's true or not, but still. It's a bit insulting for someone to say that to you. He says we seem to let go of our composure when we're in the kitchen together, that we're both unhinged. That fails to express my experience with you in the kitchen. The kitchen is a dangerous place for both of us. You know what I'm talking about. There's usually some kind of heat that can be controlled. But with you, we let go and the flames get out of control. The heat takes off. There isn't any hurry or nervousness when we move, it almost seems like lust. A lust that two lovers feel, getting more and more impatient the longer they're around each other. More and more and more till the breaking point. Like the ways we desperately try to keep eachother in one place. We haven't gotten to our breaking point yet, we haven't, but we're close. As long as you keep holding me down, guiding me through some of the harder tasks. You basically command me in the kitchen, it's your domain. The dish, the dish we put together is mine. I don't know what to expect once we reach our breaking point. But we have enough time in the kitchen to get there. It's our little playground. Play with me.
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Starshine and His Star Commander Oneshots
RomanceKerian Baxter is a seventeen-year-old published author. He usually seems overworked and jittery and not sleeping at all to finish deadlines isn't really helping. Kerian likes to put all of his effort into what he does, even if it isn't like his huge...
