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When; May 4, 2008
Rating; PG-13 (I always go with this to be safe)
Characters; Waverly and Mat
Summary; Waverly returns from her errands to a hung over Mat. (The muns aren't quite sure how this is going to go. Hell, the muses aren't sure how it's going to go.)
Log;

She wasn't trying to hide anything. It was probably the twelfth time she'd told herself this. It was a complete lie. She knew she was hiding as much as she could. The words had slipped out without her even thinking. Being forced, it was something that was a natural unpleasantness by now. Or had been.

All the forced companions and wandering hands had stopped many years ago. None of that had occurred since she left that life and betrayed everyone. Rachel, she'd probably ruined Rachael's life. Who knew what her father had done to her. She tried not to think about what had happened to those she left at home, but sometimes it crossed her mind. Sometimes in the dreams ...

She pushed open the door, her sleeves looking horribly dingy as well as the rest of her. Hair scattered out of her ponytail and face darkened by unidentifiable dirt. It had been a long day, and she didn't expect it to be over. Not after what she had said. She picked the door closed with her foot and set what she carried down, resting her body against the door to take in a few calming breaths.

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He shook his head. "I never said you should stop. It was just an observation." The fruit stopped flying and he placed them back in the bowl. Standing behind her, he rested his hands on her hips then leaned in to kiss the back of her neck.

That was allowed, but he would get no kisses from her, and no reactions either. She simply kept working as if he'd done nothing. "Oh no, you've already said so, and thus the challenge is set." She was competitive by nature. When Dorian made her sculptures look like bent tableware she fumed and worked twice as hard - even if she was happy for how wonderful he was and took nothing out on him. She was still one to push herself. This was one of those competitive times. Mat had thrown the verbal gauntlet down and now she would respond.

He blinked, stared, then blinked again. Challenge? "When did a bloody challenge start?" He certainly didn't remember issuing one. Even thinking back he couldn't recall doing it. What had happened here? "Light...what are you talking about? I didn't set a flaming challenge."

"Addiction infers that one cannot stop in that which they are addicted to." She was giving a very clear explanation ... if she could. She placed her things down and turned to face him. "You said that I was addicted to kissing, this also states I can't stop. I, can, so you've issued a challenge as to weather I can stop or not."

She frowned, thinking a moment as she tried to remember something she'd forgotten. "Though I haven't a clue just what the winner of the challenge wins."

She'd made a challenge out of that?

"I never said you couldn't stop. It was a bloody tease." He frowned trying to figure out how to get out of this situation. And no idea was looking good. "Light, Waverly...I did not issue a challenge."

She simply stuck her tongue out at him playfully. "And yet it is there." If she was enjoying this or not, she wasn't going to say. Though, she knew rather well that she could resist, but she also knew that he could probably find ways of breaking that stubborn will of hers.

He simply had that ability over her. It was as bad as when Alec was worried. It made her worry too.

And now he was stuck with it. Which meant he would have to put an end to it. He didn't like playing games like this but he liked kissing her more.

Reaching around her, he stirred the contents in the water before bringing the spoon to his mouth. "Something is missing..." The words were thoughtful and he held the spoon out for her to taste it as well. "What do you think?"

Nice try. She reached out with her hand to take the spoon, turning her head for a moment to the spices. "Well, I never have made this before. Perhaps I missed an ingredient?"

And that hadn't even been the attempt. He smiled then pointed to the spice she hadn't added. "You did. But it's supposed to cook a few minutes anyways. That's what the book says." Cupping her cheek, he brushed his thumb across her lips. "I read it before I pointed to it."

No reaction to the brushing. Well, no outward reaction at least. "I'm horrible at cooking." She kept looking over what the book was saying. When she chastised her own cooking it wasn't meant to be cruel, just fact. She was horrible at cooking. She hadn't been built or trained for it. She was simply meant to look pretty, know things and, by a surprising twist, be artistic.

He turned her head back to face him. "It says to let it cook first." Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, he kissed her cheek softly then the tip of her nose. "But, since you're horrible at cooking maybe I should fix this instead."

She contemplated that for a moment, still not reacting at all to his kisses. "You may be right. Seeing as I'm in front of the stove however, I think it best we switch instead of you reaching around."

He grinned then and stepped back. "No. I think I'll let you handle things. There isn't nearly enough motivation for me to do it."

"Do what, cook?" Her brows rose in curiosity. Really, sometimes people and their lack of having a decent mean bothered her. Maybe it was because she rarely had one in Ingentings, and before that it was always what was fashionable and lady like.

"Cook...eat..." He shrugged and leaned against the counter with crossed arms. Sighing he looked over at her. "I could be made to but you have your challenge going. So, I suppose that I will go without the food."

"Oh you will eat." Her tone held a warning bit of a growl. "If I have to shove it down your throat, you'll eat."

"Except that I'm stronger than you. That was proven during the curse." He paid no attention to the warning and said his words matter-of-factly.

She gave him a flat look, arms on her hips. "There are ways of making a man open his mouth and eat his food. Size and strength matter little." She was serious about this. If he didn't eat it on his own she was really going to try to force him.

"There is an easy way but you're being stubborn and not doing it." He eyed her unimpressed. "So, I have to be stubborn in return. And you most certainly are not the first to try to force me to eat."

"You started this." Because they were so mature they had to resort to child fighting. "Besides, are you planning on not eating till I give in? That's a bit foolish."

"You'll worry about my health first." Another stated fact. "I've gone a good length of time without food before."

She simply glared before turning and starting out the kitchen. "Fine then." She doubted he could actually let the food just go to waste on the stove. He'd eat, and that would be that. She was going to paint. She needed calming down.

As if she couldn't handle him by herself. A woman was weak willed. Incapable of making someone stronger then her do something unless she gave in. Same mentality! She knew she was being unreasonable and she knew it wasn't true, but she was angry.

Hm. He hadn't expected her to get angry. Looking over at the food, he took it off the heat and turned the stove off before following after her.

Catching her wrist before she got to her room, he pulled her closer to him and wrapped his arms around her waist. He didn't say anything but he wanted her to know that he had no intention of letting go.

The action itself caused Waverly to stiffen, as if something more was going to come of it then really was. Everything within her was telling her to keep her distance. To keep clear. Her hands reached to push him away, but she stopped, hands resting against his chest. Closing her eyes she reminded herself that this was Mat. This man was her choice.

Eyes still closed, her lips curved into a frown. "Yes?" Her words were still unsteady. She didn't trust herself to say anything more.

Once she had stopped fighting, he relaxed his hold somewhat. He didn't answer the question at first, just held her. Then he used one hand to bring her face up towards his.

"You are very stubborn."

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