Caroline Forbes is full of light (miss_mystic) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-11-24 14:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, caroline forbes, peeta mellark |
Who: Peeta and Caroline
What: Preparing for Friendsgiving
Where: Their apartment
When: Today
Rating: Mediumish for pre-sexy times
Status: Complete
Friendsgiving. Well, leave to Caroline to plan something crazy like this and then expect him to do all the cooking. She should have learned that it didn’t work like that with him, so Peeta was leaving a part of the menu for her to prepare. He would of course help her out, but she needed to put some work into this meal. They were going to have their friends over and then go over later in the evening to see his parents and have dessert, with Caroline’s mom as well. He couldn’t pass up having some of his dad’s cooking for the day and his parents wanted to see Caroline once again.
He was currently covered in a bit of flour, as per usual, after finishing up the couple of pies that he had decided to make. The turkey had a bit of time before they needed to put in the oven and he currently had the rolls cooling on the counter while the pies were in the oven. Peeta turned to his phone to turn the volume up on the music a little bit and hummed to himself as he started to clean a few things up.
Caroline planned the party and set up, while Peeta cooked. At least that was how it was supposed to go. Making Caroline help with the cooking wouldn’t be good for anyone. Still she pretended to help while really letting Peeta do it all. Just checking on things every one in awhile. Like the cranberry sauce. Stirring it was something she could sort of handle.
“Peeta!” Caroline called to her boyfriend. “I think something is wrong. Is it supposed to bubble?”
Oh no, Caroline was going to have to do some things by herself. He had left her the yams and green bean casserole to do as well, so if he had to supervise then he was completely fine with that. However, when she called out to him in a bit of a panic and asked her question he couldn’t help but laugh, “I’m pretty sure that means you’re done with it all. Do you want me to come over there? You can take it off the burner and set it on a potholder to cool down.”
“This is not funny!” Caroline protested although there was a large smile on her face. “Yes!” Of course she wanted him to come over. Why else would she be yelling at him like this. “That’s okay,” she added a bit more calm. “You can do that. I have to finish setting the table.” And that’s how you got out of cooking.
“It is incredibly funny,” Peeta quipped in return as he made his way over to her and peered over her shoulder down at the sauce in the pan as she tried to make her way out of the kitchen. Surprisingly he managed to catch her around the waist and pulled her to a stop, “Oh ho ho, you are not getting out of here that easily. You are perfectly capable of taking that off the stove. I think the table can wait a minute it’ll take. You still have potatoes and casserole to work on too.” He leaned down to nuzzle her hair and place a kiss on her neck. At least he was trying to soften the blow of cooking?
Caroline gave in for a minute. Relaxing into his touch. That was until she remembered what was at stake here. Which was really just her pride. “Oh no,” Caroline replied turning to face him. “I think you can handle that. It’ll be cake for you.” Ha, considering cake was Peeta’s specialty and all. “I really need to set the table. It has to be perfect.” Not to mention all the finishing touches she needed to put for ambience.
“Thanks babe,” she added turning to give him a quick kiss on the lips. “You’re the best.” Flattery was supposed to get her everywhere after all.
“Mmm, just because it might be cake for me doesn’t mean that I should have to do it all,” Peeta pointed out, not letting go of her despite knowing that she could easily get out of his grasp, “And your table is looking just fine. We’ve got quite a bit of time before anyone is coming over, so both things can be done. Hell, maybe I can even help you decorate if you play nice.”
“I’m the decorator you’re the chef. Play to your strength. Do you really want me giving all our friends food poisoning?” She pouted although she still remained where she was. When she planned Friendsgiving she knew Peeta would make her help cook, but still. She was going to try her damndest to make him do all the cooking.
“You’re not going to give anyone food poisoning because I’m going to make sure you’re doing it properly. You know you need to help out with some of this stuff,” a gentle smile was on his face as he moved her slightly so he could lift her up onto the counter and stepped in between her legs, “You know this is always how things go. You can’t just make me your trophy Chef husband - I mean boyfriend.”
Peeta was strong for a human, or she was just light. Either way she didn’t mind him putting her on the counter like that. Even if it was distracting her from the decorating. Caroline leaned forward wrapping her arms around Peeta’s neck. “I don’t see why we each can’t just play to our strengths,” she muttered going in for a kiss. The husband comment didn’t really phase her. Considering trophy wife was the usual saying she figured that was what Peeta meant.
He was fairly strong and some of the strength from his dreams had bled over as well. At least she wasn’t phased by the comment. He was used to the skittish Caroline from when they first started dating that probably thrown a fit over the use of that word. “Because this is about teamwork,” he mumbled as he returned the kiss that she went in for. His hands found her hips and slipped under her shirt and let his thumbs run over her skin, “Don’t make me pull a no sex until you help out rule.”
“Please,” Caroline said with a dramatic eye roll. She wrapped her legs around his waist, barely resting on the counter. “I’d like to see you try,” she breathed into his ear giving his lobe a gentle nibble. Sure they were a bit pressed for time before their friends arrived but there was always time for fun.
“Mmmhmm….” he knew better than to egg her on because they would end up both losing in that situation, but he knew he would last a lot longer than her. But for now he was moving her so she was just on the edge of the counter and pressed close to her while she nibbled his earlobe. His lips instead found her neck and lightly nipped at the flawless skin there.
Caroline’s hands wandered down to her boyfriend’s pants, undoing the button. “I think,” Caroline said breathlessly needing to pause between her words. “Cooking is going to have to wait,” she smirked sliding her hand insides his pants, caressing his member.
Fuck. Yeah, she was definitely playing dirty now and he couldn’t help but let out a groan. “Yeah, you might be right on that one. How about we help each other out in this and with the rest of the stuff to be done.” He reached down to place his hands under her butt and picked her up off the counter. He waited a beat before starting to head towards the bedroom with her - no need to dirty up the kitchen with people coming over.
“Deal,” Caroline agreed as Peeta carried her away. After all it was only fair. Besides, there were much more pressing matters to deal with at the moment.