Where is that beefcake of @StrongarmRappa ?!?
I'm still waiting for him to f*ck me, and not only in his dreams!!!
>_<
“Better than what I can do. Best culinary trick I know is a little pepper on a sandwich. Now if it’s hand to hand you wanna learn I’ve got you covered. Become mostly a striker in the past few years, but I still remember most of the grappling from my cage fighting days.”
Turning—
“Pro Hero, psychiatrist, chef, mother… anything you can’t do?”
Taking his bowl, he let it cool for a bit before digging in fully. He’d caught the lip bite, but was distracted by the culinary master piece before him.
“Guess I’m going to have to step my game up if I want to —
Taking the piece of meat, he could feel her fingers with his tongue as he did.
“What can I say, I’m trying to turn over a new leaf,”
Turning around, he glanced at the cabinets with a small frown.
“Bowls?”
He mocked being completely intimidated by her emphatic dismissal of one the pet names.
“Good to know, Lilith.”
He replied, sliding along the counter, to be posted up right by her cooking elements.
Rappa gets smooches.
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“I’m sure I can pull of the jacket.”
Pausing to eat another one of her samples, he continued with another question for her.
“And which would you be? If I did wear a shirt like that?”
With a sly grin on his face he was curious what her reaction would be.
It would be close, and if she didn’t want to ride on his shoulders at the concert, his interlocked fingers would make a perfectly sized seat.
“Must be nice having all those extra limbs to help out, although I bet they can be cumbersome in their own way.”
Once she’d settled —
into cooking, he’d take up his position leaning on her counter.
“You wanna dress me up? And what did you have in mind for that? Big mesh shirt or more heavy leather jacket type look, you think?”
It was a good thing between his occasional sips and the bangs covering his eyes—
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Letting the ramen hit and fall past him, made sure she wouldn’t get hurt. Like a safety net of muscle, she landed in his arms.
“I gotcha don’t worry.”
Looking down at the ‘damsel’ he’d saved, he became aware of how his hand was resting on the bare skin of her back as well her—