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RATING: PG-13 It's a bit sexually suggestive.
MAIN CHARACTERS: Jimmy and Rachel
STATUS: Completed
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters. Ogiens/Kane/Spielman/MGM probably do.
CHAPTER 1
"C'mon Jimmy. I'm going to take Jesse to get his teeth fixed in St. Joe and you need to learn this."
"Rachel why do I have to take over? They hate my cookin' and they just make fun of me."
"Because you Jimmy," she said, touching his nose, "look the cutest in an apron." She winked at him and put the apron over his head. He turned around and let her tie it.
She was, as usual, wearing a low-cut top and, with his slight height advantage, he could almost see right down to her nipples. He didn't know why she barely ever wore underclothes but he wasn't complaining as he stared. Rachel had already started preparing the ingredients but Jimmy wasn't paying attention to the quantities of flour and salt she was telling him to add.
"James Hickok! Have you listened to a word I've said?" She looked at him with a scowl, her hands resting on her hips. She was well aware of what he was doing.
Jimmy felt a slight flush rise in his cheeks. He was caught! The expression on her face and the white flour smudged on her nose made him break out in a grin.
"Just what is so funny James?" she demanded.
He reached his gloved hand to her face and wiped off the flour. He heard her take in a sharp breath of air at his touch. "I like it when you call me James," he said.
The smell of his gloves as he touched her sent a shiver right through Rachel's body. Jimmy let his finger linger just a little too long and then slid his hand down to rest on her left cheekbone, cupping her jaw. She reached her bare hand up to his gloved one and removed it from her face. She squeezed his hand slightly, feeling the heat underneath the leather. She didn't look up at him less the situation get out of control. She suddenly came to her senses and dropped his hand like a hot potato.
She ignored the moment they had just shared and started to busy herself with the task at hand. "Now, you add water and stir a little," she instructed, purposely not looking at him but feeling him standing right behind her. He was just a little too close, almost touching, but not quite. She could feel his breath in her hair.
"Then, you knead it," she continued.
"You need it, do you?" He asked, hoping she would understand what he meant.
"Yes, like this," she said, pouring the dough on the counter. She tried to ignore the wetness that was developing between her legs. She started to knead the dough when she suddenly felt the leather gloves covering her hands.
CHAPTER 2
Jimmy had put his arms around her and his hands now rested on hers. She closed her eyes as he started to knead the dough with her. His head was almost resting on her right shoulder. He whispered softly in her ear. "Is this how you want me to do it?"
Rachel knew he wasn't referring to the recipe. She didn't answer him and continued to knead the sticky dough, letting it ooze through her fingers. The black leather gloves were also kneading the dough firmly and she felt an internal shiver every time they touched her fingers. She felt the hardness of his arousal resting on the small of her back. She suddenly couldn't take the heat anymore and moved quickly to the left, forcing him to release his left arm to accommodate her. He then moved in beside her and saw the beads of perspiration on her forehead. He leaned in closely and said in a low voice. "What do we do now?"
"That oven sure is hot," said Rachel cheerily, trying to ignore him. "Now, you roll the dough into large balls and put them in the tin- that makes the loaf come out nicely."
Jimmy obeyed her instructions and rolled two large balls with the dough. They were about the size and shape of a certain part of Rachel's anatomy. The imagery was not lost on her and she felt her nipples harden while she stared at his gloved hands, expertly kneading the dough. His face looked perfectly innocent but the bulge that was protruding from his nether regions was visible even through the apron. She decided that she'd better stop this little game right now before it went too far. She had flirted a little with Jimmy before, but this was getting serious.
"Enough!" she said, and took the balls of dough from him and almost placed them in the tin before she realized it wasn't greased.
"The tins aren't greased yet," she explained, trying to get back to the lesson and desperately hoping that there were no more double entendres in her words. She reached her hand into the pale fat and started to grease the tin. The weight of Jimmy's stare and the smell of sex in the air was almost overwhelming. She knew she had to leave the room before she jumped on him or vice versa. She quickly arranged the dough in the tin. "There," she said, "We're done."
"No Rachel, we're not done yet," his voice meant business.
She dared to look up at him again. His gaze was almost animalistic. The steadiness in his dark eyes hypnotized her. She felt her breathing almost halt. He looked like a predator about to pounce on his prey and she just stood there, frozen.
"What comes now?" he said slowly.
"Uh, we wait for it to rise," she said. "It won't take long, then we put it in the oven."
"Well, I think it has already risen so I guess I should put it in huh? What happens after that?"
"Then," she said, having made her decision, "you eat."
He took two quick steps towards her. The gloves, now stained with flour and dough, reached towards her face.
"Did I hear someone say eat?" asked Cody, entering the kitchen. "Great, I'm starved."
At the sound of his voice, Jimmy and Rachel stopped before contact between them was made. As usual, Cody's timing was terrible!
THE END
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