“Shego?”
Deep green eyes closed at the sound of that voice.
“Not again,” she muttered. “Yes, dear?”
The energetic redhead bounded around the corner. “Oh! There you are!” In one slim fingered hand, a large bowl was cradled, filled with an as of yet unrecognizable glop.
“Yes? I'm right where I was the last time you called me.” A raised eyebrow and slight smile took what little sting there was in the words and softened it.
“No, the last time I saw you, you were sneaking around the kitchen trying to see what I was making!”
“After the lumpy coffee, can you blame me?”
Pink lips turned in a petulant frown. A brown lump was speared on the end of a fork and extended toward Shego.
“Does this taste okay?”
“You haven't tasted it?” She eyed the lump suspiciously. “Do I want to know what's in it?”
“No. Try it.”
“Kimmie…”
“Please?”
Shego sighed and took the tidbit into her mouth. She blinked as rich flavor spread across her tongue, balanced and deceptively subtle. Experimentally she chewed. Firm, yet giving, the bit of food in her mouth was unlike anything she'd ever tried before.
“Well?”
The openly anxious eagerness on her wife's face was too much and Shego smiled.
“I never thought you'd get past your addiction to take-away.”
Kim grinned widely. Shego suddenly found herself with an armful of excited redhead, pressing a deep kiss of gratitude on her.
In a flurry, Kim disappeared back into the kitchen. Shego stared after her, dumbfounded.
“What was that!”
Kim's head peeked around the corner, her eyes twinkling in mischief.
“Tofu.”
“DAMMIT, KIMMIE!”
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