~ Chapter 37: Learn my first cooking recipe. ~

(A/N: Hey guys! Just one chapter for today because it makes more sense to do it that way and this is one of my favorite chapters in the book so I hope you'll like it too :) As usual, good reading and don't forget to vote/comment! <3)

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We went back home after having visited around New York the day after. Jenny had had to go back to college unfortunately and Seth was still working on his band. Well, at least he was persistent. I had been writing all night on my book and was very tired when I realized it was already morning but it had been worth it. I was close to the end now and I knew exactly what I wanted to do with my characters. Damon kept asking me if he could read it but I refused every time. I would only let him when it'd be finished, not anytime before that. I just hoped I would finish it in time. Bad thoughts are not good, Leah, keep thinking happy things. I didn't want to have another one of those nervous breakdowns.

I slept for a few hours after checking on Damon than went over to his house, the notebook in my hands. We still had some things to do on the list that required traveling but I needed to know if Damon could afford it first.

I found him on his couch, shirtless, sleeping in front of the TV that was still turned on and I recognized one of the Star Wars movie playing. I paused it and sat at the table in the kitchen. I didn't want to wake him up. I don't think he was in pain too much when he was sleeping and the reality of everything couldn't really affect him when he was so it was better to just let him sleep when he did.

He woke up an hour later and stretched then smiled at me.

"What are you doing?" He asked with his sexy raspy deep voice of when he had just woken up.

"Writing. I brought the notebook with me, want to see if there's anything we can do today?" I asked.

I got up to give it to him and he flipped through the pages. It was scary to see most of the thing were already ticked, more than half of them, which meant time was running out too. Happy thoughts, Leah, happy thoughts! Looking at his bare chest did the trick and I smiled to myself.

"How about Learn my first cooking recipe?" He proposed.

"We should probably have a fireman in the house then."

"Oh come on, I'm not that bad!"

I didn't answer so he pretended to be offended and pouted, which made me laugh.

"Ok! I'll help you but if you set the house on fire, you'll have to be the one to convince Jenny to let you move in officially."

"Deal. I practically already live over there anyway and she loves me."

I smiled and went in the kitchen with him.

"What recipe do you want to do? Sweet or salty?" I asked, opening the fridge, which was almost empty.

"How about crepes?" He proposed. "The ones we ate in Paris were so good! I bet we could find a nice French recipe on the Internet."

"We should probably go buy some groceries first, you have practically no ingredients."

"Ok. I'll go get dressed then."

I almost said "Please don't" but restrained myself and he went up to put on a shirt. Ugh, why was I so obsessed with his chest?! He came back clothed and we left the house to go to the supermarket. We bought everything we needed then went back and printed out the recipe. It didn't seem to be that hard to do.

"Ok, so first take out a bowl and put 300 grams of flour in it." I told Damon.

He wanted me to assist him and he wanted to do it on his own to check it from the list without cheating. In the mean time, I would cook donuts for the first time to do what it said on the list too. I had cooked before, unlike Damon, but never donuts. I did what the recipe said for my donuts while he was forming a pit with the flour.

"Then you put three eggs in the pit with three tea spoons of sugar, two tea spoons of oil and 50 grams of melted butter." I recited to Damon. 'Don't forget to take out the shells of the eggs."

"Haha, thank you genius!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and we continued cooking while singing over whatever song was passing on TV and throwing flour at each other from time to time. My hair was white at some places because of it but I didn't mind it that much if it meant spreading Nutella all over Damon's chest and licking it off as revenge.

"My donuts are ready, what about your crepe batter?"

"I think it's ok. We have to do the crepes now. Can you get a pan for me?"

I handed it to him and he took a ladle full of batter that he poured in the pan.

"Don't forget to turn it around." I warned him while forming a donut shape with my own batter.

"Aren't we supposed to throw it in the air to make it turn around?"

"Do you really want to have to climb on a ladder to unstuck the burnt crepes on your ceiling?" I smiled.

"Stop mocking me! I'll try one and if it falls back on your hair, well since it's already full of flour, it won't really matter."

"Hey! Don't start or I'll have to put Nutella on you again."

"Have to?" He repeated, grinning. "Come on, I know you enjoyed it way more than you'd be willing to admit when you licked my chest."

He smiled playfully at me so I threw some more flour at him.

"Your crepe!" I screamed when I saw a lot of smoke coming from the pan.

"Shit!" He exclaimed while showing me the side of his crepe completely burned. "It's not fair, you distracted me!"

I stuck my tongue at him and he tried again with another. I laughed at his concentrated face and I really didn't want him to say "ha! I told you I could cook!" so I found a way to distract him again. He took a glance at me then opened big eyes.

"Wow, Leah, what are you..."

I was in my underwear now, still cooking my donuts.

"What?" I asked, innocently.

"Why... Why are you in your underwear!" He asked, gulping. I was wearing the red lace ones I knew he liked a lot. "You're trying to distract me again, aren't you?"

"What? No! I was just hot!" I fake complained but I saw his smile grow wider.

"It's not going to work. I will succeed at making at least one good crepe! And you'll tell me I can cook!"

"Well, this one won't be it, it's already burning." I laughed, pointing at his once again smoking crepe in the pan.

"Damn it! Why did you have to wear those sexy red lace underwear?!" Damon complained, throwing out his second burned crepe. "No distractions this time ok?"

I shrugged, smiling a little.

"Come on! Don't you want to eat one of my crepes?"

"I don't have a death wish, thank you!"

"I did everything on the recipe right, and I'll taste it before to be sure. I bet they're as good as the ones we bought in Paris."

"Haha, I am willing to take this bet because I know I'm going to win it!"

"Oh that's it!"

He turned off the heater and attacked me from behind, tickling me and making me laugh until I wasn't able to breath because of too much laughing then lied me down the couch, got on top of me and poured the whole pack of flour on my face and almost naked body (since I was still in my underwear).

"Damon!!" I screamed, dusting it off my face, laughing.

"You asked for it!"

"Your couch!"

"Who cares about my couch! I want to put Nutella on your face and in your hair."

"No! Please don't!" I begged, trying to round my eyes in a cute way for him to let go of me.

"This face won't work on me!"

He got up and ran to the kitchen to get the Nutella. I chased after him but he took me back in his arms, over his shoulder and I tapped in his back for him to put me down but he wouldn't bulge and was laughing a lot, putting me back down on the couch and getting back on top of me.

He made a big show of opening the Nutella and put his finger in it before getting it out and spreading some along my nose, then on my cheek.

"Put some on my mouth at least so that I can eat it!" I asked.

"In your dreams."

He continued tracing paths of Nutella all over my face then moved on to my body. Ok, I was getting very turned on and I could feel he was too. He trailed a path down my stomach then smiled and licked it off, which cut my breath. He grinned and kissed me before continuing to spread Nutella on me.

"Are you going to stop distracting me so that I can make my crepes?" He asked, still on top of me.

I shook my head, laughing, my mouth full of Nutella I had gotten with my finger from Damon's cheek.

"Then I'll have to find some way to have my revenge without you actually enjoying it."

I laughed and he let me go. I hopped on his back and we went in the kitchen piggyback style. Then we got back to our cooking and Damon put some batter on the pan again. I put my shirt back on because I was getting a little cold just standing there in my underwear and I saw Damon pout like a child when he saw I wasn't half-naked anymore, which made me laugh again. But he quickly turned his head back to his pan and actually turned his crepe on the other side without it getting burned first. He let out a happy scream then let it slide into a plate two minutes later.

"Yay!! I actually made a crepe! Want to taste it?" He asked.

"I fear for my life but ok, let's do it. We should leave a note though saying we decided to commit suicide together as an act of love, Romeo and Juliet style, and not just because you couldn't cook."

"Shut up." He laughed.

He handed me half of the crepe and we put what we could get left of Nutella on it before biting into it. I chewed carefully at first. Damon swallowed his bite and smiled.

"It's so good!" he exclaimed, obviously proud of him. "Ha! It told you I could make at least one good crepe!"

I didn't want to admit I had been wrong but I couldn't lie, his crepes were good.

"Fine, but I'm sure my donuts will be better."

"Nah-ha! Admit I was right! I want to hear it."

I sighted, smiling nonetheless. "Ok Damon, you were right, your crepes are good."

"Good?"

"Ok, really good. Hurry up and make another, I'm hungry!"

He laughed and got to it, while I put my donuts in the oven. We ate Damon's crepes while they were cooking then I put the chocolate sort-of icing on them and we tasted them.

"Mm!" Damon exclaimed when he was biting a second time. "Since I'm not a baby like you, I'll admit your donuts are very, very good."

I beamed proudly and took another one. Together, we checked Learn my first cooking recipe on the list then watched the last episode of Modern Family together, although we didn't watch for long because we both just wanted to tear each other's clothes apart.