As nighttime took its shift upon their side of Earth. The joy of the earlier swim still lingered in their minds, and the oak cabin was filled with the aroma of spiced meat, alcohol and burned marshmallows(Jane's idea)
[Kitchen area]
Bobbi was mending the kitchen with militant precision. Every flip of the beef was timed, and the veggies were handled with the skill of a Hibachi chef. "Bo, how's the sauce?" She asked, eyes locked on mixing the beef and veggies.
"It's good." He sipped, sweat visible on his forehead not from the kitchen heat but Bobbi's scrutiny.
"Let me try." She turned to him.
He moved before responding, delicately feeding her the sauce, watching her reaction as it could make or break him."
"...it's decent. " She replied, returning to mixing the food."
"Decent? Like mediocre or just edible?"
"Both."
"That's great to hear, Chef." He slumped, retreating to his pot of red sauce. "You're trying to help, and she treats you like some idiot on Hell's Kitchen. " He complained through each swirl.
"Those idiots are somewhat competent... You just barely make it tolerable. " She jabbed, foxy grin across her face.
"That's it." He darted towards her, wrapping her in a bear hug from behind, lightly spinning her around.
"Eeep!" She shrieked at the sudden movement, "Bo, let me go, you brute~, " she growled through uncontrollable giggles.
"Oh–So I'm incompetent and a brute? Such harsh words, Chef Bobbi. "He teased, planting kisses down her exposed throat, each one getting closer to him sucking on her neck.
"No–Don't give me a soy sauce hickey!" She yelled, her efforts at escaping his hold useless. "The food is going to burn." She whined.
"Let it burn, I'm more focused on marking your neck." He emphasised with light suction on her throat, adding his tongue to jolt her nerves.
"Ahhh–You...bastard ~" she let out a moan, face heating up to the same texture as her hair. Bobbi submitted to his seduction, the worry of the kitchen burning, left her mind as the building heat in her body was worth any outcome.
"That's enough Erotica in the kitchen~" Jane called out, sauntering over to turn off the stove as dinner was one of the few things she took seriously. "I see Red's kryptonite is hickeys after smack talk. " She chuckled.
Leaning on the kitchen counter in her flowing satin gown, black as her lipstick, she did her best to hide her figure but made her form even more seductive.
"So, this is what you do when I'm not around?" She smirked, fangs peeking out.
"Just having a chat with the chef... totally professional."He smoothed her clothing, pecking her cheek before moving towards Jane.
"Ohh?...is that why you're feeding on her neck as I do to you?"
"Mine had no teeth involved."
"You don't complain during our sessions ."
"... Let's eat dinner." He said, taking out the plates to set out dinner."Faith! Come eat... no headphones at the table." His voice travelled throughout the cabin.
"To be continued." Jane giggled, giving Bo a dramatic kiss to his nape."Your jugular belongs to me~"
"No medieval role play at dinner. "He warned.
"Tsk, you're no fun." She huffed.
Bobbi sat down, hiding her face in her palms." You two are so weird." She groaned.
"Quite ironic soy sauce hickey?"
"Don't call me that, Mrs Artery fetish." She slammed her hand on the dinner table.
Bo finished plating the food, not concerned about their argument, "Can we eat stir fry without the extra beef?"
They halted, turning to him with slight disgust.
"Don't ever say that ever again."
"That was really cringe...almost made me not want pounce on you tonight. "
"Yep,this is definitely my life."