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Toffee Apples
The
One of the rules was that an adolescent boy and
girl couldn’t be left together without the supervision of a member of the
girl’s family. It was a good method for avoiding teenage pregnancies, but it
also led to a lot of frustration. Still, some of the couples managed to
“legally” spend some time together, without having anybody bother them. One such couple was the two
world-known beybladers Mao and Rei.
It was Mao’s initiative – most things in this
relationship were her ideas. Rei usually agreed; he didn’t mind allowing her to
boss him around. The girl was the one who knew what they should be doing
anyway.
Sure, he saw some of the world, broadened his
horizons, but he was still Kon Rei and would still prefer to have Mao happy.
Mostly because he did love her, but also because her anger was rather hard to
deal with.
“Do you have everything?” he asked.
Mao nodded and pointed at the shelves, which he
took for an indication to check them. He chuckled softly and shook his head.
“I trust you,” he said.
“That’s nice, but it won’t help me with the
upper shelves,” she answered with a smile.
The black-haired Chinese blinked a few times
and then scratched the back of his head in an embarrassed manner.
“I should have told you that, shouldn’t I?” she
laughed.
Rei occupied him with taking the necessary
products down, while Mao started fishing in the lower cupboards. Soon they had
everything prepared and could share a light kiss as a form of a break.
A moment later they were sorting the products –
for those which would be handled by Rei and those handled by Mao. The youth
would make the dough, while the girl would prepare the apples.
She didn’t have any problems with that. The
fruit were soon peeled and cut into small pieces, waiting for the dough. Rei
didn’t have to work too hard on it as well. The dough was on of the easiest to
make: you just took flour and an egg and mixed until it was a half-fluid mass.
Then one had to roll the apple pieces in the dough and frayed in oil until they
were golden-brown.
The final part required some skill – one had to
make caramel, then mix it with the apples and sesame.
Afterwards one had to carefully put them into cold water so that the outer
layer would get hard – they had to be extra careful so that it wouldn’t
dissolve in it.
Finally, the dessert was ready and the two even
cleaned up the kitchen. They were sitting at the table looking into each others
eyes, the plate with the apples standing between them.
“Did you tell anybody?” Mao asked.
“No,” he shook his head.
“That’s good – only Lee knows what we’re up
to.”
He shook his head and chuckled, then took one
of the treats. For a moment he looked at it thoughtfully and then extended his
hand so that he could brush over her lips with it. She opened her mouth and ate
the sweet from his hand. It was a pleasant sensation – how her lips trailed
over his fingers.
Before he could try taking another treat, she
took one. For a moment she played with it near his mouth, but would pull her
hand away before whenever he tried to eat it. Finally, she did let him have it,
after all. But it wasn’t exactly the apple he wanted – it was the time he could
spend with her thanks to it.
The moment she started pulling her hand away,
he gently grabbed it and lifted it, so that he could kiss the upper its upper
side. Then he turned it around, so that he could brush his lips over it.
She giggled and drew her hand away, making him
look disappointed. However, his expression changed to content, as soon as she
started trailing the outline of his cheek. Mao really had soft hands and smelt
nice. He couldn’t really call the smell, but he liked him. It never occurred to
him that it was the cream she was using after washing-up.
For a while they set just like that, gazing
into each other’s eyes, Mao caressing Rei’s face.
Neither of them wanted to stop – it was far to
pleasant a moment to spoil it with trivial hurry. They didn’t have anything
more important to do anyway and they knew this moment could end any second, if
somebody entered this kitchen.
“You think we should let others try those?” he
asked after a moment.
“Of course,” she nodded. “Somebody might get
suspicious, if we wouldn’t have any proof we were doing them.”
“You’re probably right,” he agreed.
She giggled and leaned over the table, then
kissed his nose.
“Good boy,” she said, after sitting down again.
He mock-glared at her, but he wasn’t very
insulted – rather amused. Still, he knew they had to finish their time together
for now and give the treats to their teammates, so he stood up and went around
the table to help her. However, it wasn’t necessary,
she did it on her own – as usual. Nevertheless, she took his hand, after
packing the sweets into a small paper bag.
They went out holding hands, like little
children – or rather like a couple.
A/N
The above stated rule was invented by me for
the purpose of this story. It is by no means part of Beyblade
canon… nor is it typicall for