Someone's In The Kitchen With Lusca
(Cross-posted to enzai_community.)
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Someone’s In The Kitchen With Lusca
Paring: Evan / Lusca, with a slight mention of Guys / Shion (Enzai: Falsely Accused)
Rating: NC-17
Summary: It’s Evan and Lusca’s one year anniversary since they had their union together, so Lusca decides to make something special. Oh, and did I mention that Lusca is naked under that apron of his?
Warning: This contains slash (duh), housewife!Lusca, cursing, inappropriate use of cooking oil, slight spoilers for Shion’s ending (though it’s nothing big), and voyeurism.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Enzai, but I do cosplay as Lusca. :D *shot*
Author’s Notes: I know, this title is completely shitty… Written for kittymaria for her birthday because she wanted something with housewife!Lusca in it. The song Lusca sings while cooking was just something I thought up in class while watching a movie. I’m sorry that it sucks though. *shot* In this story, Evan and Lusca have already decided that they want to spend the rest of their lives together, so a year before, they had a sort-of wedding. Since the Church does not allow homosexual marriages, only their friends knew about it and the wedding was very informal. And don’t ask how an organ was outside, because it just was, okay? Told in Lusca’s POV (sorry I made Lusca sound so needy and lovesick most of the time) around five years after the Shion ending.
For kittymaria, who I hope had a happy birthday. I’m so sorry I couldn’t get this posted on your birthday, dear!
Someone’s In The Kitchen With Lusca
“No fate seemed fair as mine
No happiness so great
And Nature, day by day
Has sung in accents clear
This joyous roundelay
He loves me, he is here”
- “Ah, Leave Me To Pine,” Nicholas Folwell
I whisked the eggs, butter, vanilla, and milk together, taking care not to spill anything as I mixed. The bowl next to me was larger and contained the flour, sugar (both white and brown, of course), salt, and baking powder, sitting off to the side and waiting until the moment I would fold the liquids into it.
It’s May 17th today. I can’t believe it’s already been a year since Evan and I took our vows…
I recalled the day of our unofficial union, surrounded by friends as Vallewida painted the two of us under a blooming tree in the field behind our house. Guys and Shion made the most amazing cake, and Io played on the organ as Jose sang an old love song as we danced in the warm spring night. Once everyone left, he scooped me up and carried me the short distance to our home to spend the night together, lavishing each other with kisses and touches everywhere…
Oh yes, I think I’ve whisked this enough. Now, let’s fold it all together…
Pouring the liquid into the other bowl, I began to carefully fold both the wet and dry ingredients together like my sister taught me to all those years ago. Once everything folded in, I wiped my hands on my apron, the pale blue material becoming dusted with floury fingerprints. I leaned back against the counter, skin feeling warm against the cool wood.
Evan should be home with our laundry soon… I really need to put on some pants…and a shirt as well…
I decided to give the batter a few minutes more to fully blend together, so I picked up a spoon and began to stir again, singing a song in smooth French to pass the time:
“’His name is Love
Like the look in his eyes when he smiles
Or the warmth of his arms when he hold me so close
His name is Love
‘He loves me, this I know
With the quickest caress of fingers upon face
Or the way his lips brush against mine with such grace
He loves me, and I love him!
And he loves me, he loves me
My partner for life
My dearest sweet Evan’”
“You better be talking about me and not some other Evan I don’t know about.”
I spun around fast, spoon still in hand, to find Evan smiling with an armful of clean laundry.
“How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough. I had no idea you sang so beautifully…” He put our clothes on a chair and crossed the distance between us, smile never faltering. “You write it yourself?”
“Last year right before we took our vows.”
He leaned in and gently kissed me. “You’re a hopeless romantic, dear. Better thank your lucky stars that I love that about you,” he said teasingly.
I pushed him away playfully and turned back to stir the batter just a little bit more. I heard a breathy moan behind me and I turned back around.
“Where are your clothes?” Evan asked, a small smile on his face.
“You took them to get washed, remember?” I answered with a smile before licking some batter off of the spoon, causing Evan to let out another quiet moan.
“How much longer until everyone’s supposed to get here?”
I knew what he was implying. “Long enough.” I grabbed him by the shirt and kissed him deeply while Evan pulled at the bows on the back of my apron, causing it to fall to the floor. We pulled apart and he stripped down to nothing in a matter of seconds, watching him spring free from his confining underwear.
He held me tightly against his body as he whispered in my ear, “What were you making?”
“Cookies, made with my sister’s secret recipe that she taught me when we were only kids.”
A kiss found its way onto my jaw line. “Be a good little housewife now and avoid talking about your sister. All I want on my mind is you… Just wanna show how much I’ve craved you all day…”
Lifting me up, he had me sit on the edge of the counter, legs dangling as he looked around. After a minute of searching, he set his sights on a bottle and opened it, pouring the liquid onto his hands.
“What are you -“
“This will work fine, won’t it?” Evan held out his hand for me to inspect.
“Did you use - ?“
“Cooking oil, yes. Is this slick enough for you?”
I ran a finger through the oil in his hand. I have to admit, it was quite slippery. “This’ll do.”
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