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Anonymous Sat 07 Sep 2024 13:36:53 No.68942911 Report

>>68942893
Olivia spends some time teaching Inco how to cook. He's not great at it but Olivia is patient. It ends up turning into a playful food fight after Olivia finally cracks and teases Inco.

Anonymous Sat 07 Sep 2024 14:05:21 No.68943324 Report

Quoted By: >>68943437

>>68942911

>Slowly I maneuver to spoon up to my mouth. Alright how did we do?
>Well if I was aiming for ocean I think this soup's a winner. I sigh and glance over to a slightly impatient Olivia. That's three for three on failures. I really thought I did well this time.
>She motions for me to lean down, give her a taste. I reluctantly do and she scrunches up her snout. Yup.
>"Raptor Jesus Inco." She tries her best to hold back, be nice. Patience worn thin it seems. She does pull back and give me a reassuring smile, trying to coat the wound she'd just inflicted.
>I pout, hard. Only thing that can satiate this doused passion is some gator affection. She plays hardball.
>Looking at me a bit playfully I spy the tail wriggling. Game on. I put on my biggest, saddest eyes while looking at her over the rim of my glasses. Come on, dear. Your boyfriend is saaaaad.
>She offers instead a tickle. Claw coming in gently and going for my sides. Nope. I move just out of her reach and completely send it. Oh woe is me the poor human. I clutch my chest like I'm dying and lean over, hand up and dramatic.
>A snort from her. I have to force my smile down as I peek at her. To my surprise here comes a piece of shredded carrot.
>As I quickly peel the thing off me I look over to her, deviousness now settling in.
>She speaks, "Come here." It's a threat.
>Nope. We're playing hard to get today. Poor mood already lifted I grab some potato peelings from nearby. My turn.
>"Never."
>And I send it, landing right on her snout. Hell of a shot. Eyes squinted and it begins.
>Odds and ends from a few hours of cooking are slung between us, giggling and swapping positions in the kitchen several times as she chases me around.
>Probably not the safest but to hell with it I think I've already forgotten about my failures as a chef.
cont.

Anonymous Sat 07 Sep 2024 14:13:00 No.68943437 Report

Quoted By: >>68943459

>>68943324
>Eventually I give in and let her get a grasp on my, now slightly damp, jacket. Just like that she yanks me down into her lap, poking a snout under my chin and wrapping her arms around me.
>The gator throne speaks gently into my ear. "There." I'm gently cradled as she rubs her hands up and down my stomach a bit. I bask for a moment on my throne of scale.
>She hasn't forgotten about the tickling, though. And now I'm caught.
>One hand pins me, the other goes for the tickles. The day she found out I am mildly ticklish was the beginning of the end. She assaults me and I squirm in her grasp.
>Between her hand and her snout now pinning my shoulder down I'm locked in until she's had her fill. And fill she takes. By the time she's had enough I'm gasping for air, face flush and red.
>As I'm let go I stand quickly, almost pushing off her as she snorts at me once more. When I turn my head she's looking at me lovingly. I smile back, making a mental note she's getting hers later.
>I look back to the sludge still bubbling away on the stove. Guess it's time for round four. I glance to make sure she's not going to attack me while my guards down and move back over, starting all the way over.
>Quietly she wheels over and watches as I go, paying utmost attention and correcting my mistakes. Guess I used about twice as much bouillon as I should have last time. Another few vegetables in, meat and broth, simmer for a bit.
>As we wait Olivia tells tales of learning from Sophia and her own screw-ups. Dropping a knife on a tail sounds quite painful.
>Finally it's time for another taste, vegetables still not done but stewed enough to try. It's...good.
>I bring a small spoonful to Olivia who sips the liquid and smiles. I turn back to the stove to pull the heat all the way down and find my hand being snatched at.
cont one more.

Anonymous Sat 07 Sep 2024 14:14:42 No.68943459 Report

Quoted By: >>68943473 >>68943497 >>68943498

>>68943437
>Olivia grabs on and pulls, dragging me down as she does. Right into her snout. I tilt my head and fall into the kiss. I have to stifle a laugh as I can taste the soup in her mouth.
>As we pull off I look at her proudly smiling back at me. It's just a simple soup but the way I feel at the moment it might as well be a michelin star meal.

Fin

I'll write that other prompt in my free time and slip it in next time I take reqs, apologies about that. Off now, /snoot/. May not be in tomorrow, don't wait up.