Opposites Attract

Penis Trees

"That looks disgusting."

"I'm not asking you to eat it, am I?" Selene snapped as she continued to vigorously stir the bubbling pot on the stove.

Scott risked another glance into the big saucepan she was standing guard over. It was half full with a greyish, or possibly beige, looking sludge into which she was tossing little sprinkles of something that might be spices but could quite as easily be graveyard dirt, ground up mummy bones or some such thing, you never knew with her. Steam was drifting out every time she stirred it and he was half expecting her to start cackling, she was looking a little wild and a lot pissed off.

No way was he going near that.

"Is there any chance I could talk you into making something a bit tastier? I need to keep my strength up now I'm back in my 'bird."

"Not a chance in hell, this is all I'm making, take it or leave it, I'm not running a restaurant." She continued to stir as fast as she could, convinced that if she stopped for even a second it would congeal into something even less edible than it currently was. Her hair flopped down over her shoulder, swinging into her face for the fourth time and she shook it back with a frustrated huff. This had soooo better be worth it. Maybe that was it? Maybe you lost weight because of the sheer physical effort that went into the preparation of this wonder porridge.

"I'll leave it," Scott shrugged, moving towards the fridge.

Selene swapped hands and continued to stir while using her free hand to flip him the bird, causing her hair to flop forward again. "Gahhh, fuck off!"

"What did I do?" Gordon yelped. He'd only just come down but now he was seriously debating leaving again.

John put down his tablet and prepared for battle, stepping in to rescue his brother and subdue his girl who had been growing increasingly grumpy as the days wore on. She was well known for having a bit of a temper, but he'd always thought she was a little like a hurricane. She came in strong but then, just as quickly as she blew up, it was over, her anger fading into laughter. Although recently he'd noticed that there had been a distinct lack of laughter to counter her stormy personality.

Selene stilled as gentle hands caught her hair and swept it back from her face, fingers combing it into some semblance of order, taking longer than was probably necessary, before dividing it into three sections. She let herself relax just a tiny bit, enjoying the attention for a moment, her spoon pausing until she remembered what she was supposed to be doing and snapped back to reality, stirring even harder, the beige mess slurping and slopping around the pan.

John was glad he was standing behind her so she couldn't see his face as he risked a look inside the pan. He loved her, but he did not want to touch that mess.

"Are you her hairdresser now? What's next, a pedicure? Maybe wax her legs for her?"

John shot a glare at Gordon before returning to his task, concentrating on braiding her hair as neatly as possible. He shouldn't have intervened, he should've let her smack him.

Selene sighed gratefully, still attacking the sludge like it had personally offended her. Holding her hair with one hand he dug in his pocket and found a hair tie to secure it in place.

He stepped back to admire his handiwork, it wasn't pretty but it was serviceable and that was better than nothing. He dropped a soft kiss on the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder, making her shiver, just because he could, and headed to the fridge in search of a drink.