“We accept the love we think we deserve.”
― Stephen Chbosky
Mayhem had grown up a little too fast. Even she could admit that to herself, although out of all the things she felt the right to complain about, it wasn't something that bothered her. As a child, she had suffered. So as soon as she could, as soon as she was looked at as something other than a child, she grabbed onto it and wouldn't let go. Christopher had been that for her, sure, she had been young and stupid, he had been too older for her and even dumber, but he got her away from her father and for that she was eternally grateful.
Not being cared for had taught Mayhem the importance of caring, she couldn't identify with any experiance of having a mother, but she could be one. It made her feel better. Safer, even. She had been an excellent little home-maker when Kaylee was born, nesting easily into Christopher's apartment and turning the mess into a warm little home. She liked cooking, learning to cook, she liked cooking for people. She'd make waffles and bacon for her and Chris, and mashed banana and oatmeal for Ceilidh.
Of course she had the oppurtunity to cook on her days off, even when working a job for Danny sometimes, but it wasn't the same. It was different when you were cooking in a home, for a family. Even if the family wasn't really hers... ...even if she was dreading and ignoring the day Danny finally lost his patience, and her infiltration into the team would be used for the original plan.
Still, for the time being, she got to enjoy cooking. Mayhem rarely slept well, it was always a combination of nerves and her brain firing off constant signals of stress, and the fact she couldn't handle dreaming. Mostly because she didn't have dreams anymore, just nightmares. Still, despite noting sleeping for more than four hours, Mayhem was generally up early. Whenever she had something to get up early for, that is.
She was happy to find along with the lounge and bathrooms, there was indeed a kitchen. The fridge was rarely stocked with real cooking food though, mostly various boxes of takeout or jars of nutella and peanut butter with "Widgets! --eat and suffer the consequences!" scrawled on the lid. It was a mess most of the time, just like the break room. However, the day before she had done some grocery shopping and cleaning. She grinned, enjoying the sight of a full fridge and clean counters.
It was 5:30 in the morning and the building was silent as she began whisking together batter and squeezing oranges. She made a large pot of strong coffee and set out a sugar bowl on the table. As she began to flip the pancakes Mayhem heard the noise of a stool scraping on the floor behind the kitchen's island-counter.
"You're up." Came the slightly rhaspy but still familiar voice. She didn't turn around, instead continuing on to the other pancakes cooking in the pan.
"So are you. Drink water." She instructed, pulling down a glass and filling it at the sink. She walked across the kitchen and put it on the island in front of Twitch. He smirked a little bit at her as he lifted the glass to his mouth.
"I thought Goldilocks was joking when she said you cooked in your underwear." Twitch then said pointedly, watching her as she returned to the stove, pouring on new pools of batter to cook. Mayhem grinned over her shoulder at him.
"She doesn't keep secrets from you does she? And don't worry, it's only unsanitary if I didn't wash my hands, which I did." Mayhem heard him chuckle behind her as she went back to her cooking. She put the maple syrup pitcher in the microwave to warm. I mean, in her defense, she was technically wearing a robe. It just happened to be a very light, practically see through black one, that she hadn't tied up all the way.
"If it bothers you I can go change." She added mischieviously. Things between her and Twitch had taken a turn for the flirtier of late. Niether of them had said anything, yet. She was enjoying teasing him though, even though she kept him at arm's length as a precautionary measure.
"No, no, don't bother yourself on my account." Twitch said, and Mayhem could practically hear the smile in his voice. She dropped slivers of bacon onto a new pan where they began to sizzle and pop. She heard Twitch pouring himself some of the orange juice a she turned to pull down plates from the cabinet.
"Can I help?" He then asked after a minute, watching her as she flipped more pancakes, piling the finished ones up on a big plate. Mayhem shook her head, smiling coyly.
"You can help with the dishes later. Flipping is my favorite part." She answered smugly as Twitch stood up and leaned against the counter next to her. She knew he was looking at her face without even looking up to check; and it was a nice feeling. In fact, she was too busy not looking at Twitch and holding back a blush that she didn't pay attention to the bacon under her arm.
"Ow!" She cried out in surprise as hot bacon fat splattered out of the pan and sent a shock of pain up her arm. She dropped the spatula she was using on the floor and jumped back from the stove.
"Son of a bitch..." The words were hissed as she grabbed her right forearm in pain, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. She opened her eyes to the feeling of large hands prying her fingers off the fresh burn and Twitch pulling her by the hands towards the sink. She's too busy biting her bottom lip against any possible whimpers of pain to argue as he turns on the cold water and holds her arm under the stream.
"You should get underwear with sleeves for when you cook." He then murmurs quietly, breath tickling her ear and moving stray hairs. She smiles, despite the stinging on her arm, a rosy blush growing on her cheeks. His arms are wrapped around her from behind, her back against his front. The situation was surreal, she found herself stupified and like puddy in his hands, first shocked by pain and then by the sensation of floating in her chest. She could feel his heartbeat and wondered if he could hear her own.
Mayhem opened her mouth to say something, turning her head to the side so she could see his face, her pulse speeding up. Before she could get a single word out, there was a loud scraping of a chair on the floor. Both of them jumped and turned around, May keeping her arm under the water, to look at a very sleepy looking Goldilocks, whose hair was a mess as she reached for the coffee, giving them a nod for a greeting.
May quickly went back to work serving up the girl a plate of pancakes and bacon, as Twitch smoothly sat back down and began trying to convince Goldilocks to let the coffee lie, she was already short enough as it was.
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Twinges and Chaos
Cerita Pendek(What will eventually be) a series of short Mayhem and Twitch pieces varying from drabbles to songfics, possible smutt --rating viable to change.
