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Nancy opened the door to find Robin standing there, right on time just like they had planned.
"Come in!" Nancy said, her face lighting up when she saw Robin at the door even though they had plans to meet up at Nancy's house at that time.
Robin took a step forward and held up her hands. In one hand she held an apron, and in the other, a bag of flour.
"I told you, you didn't need to bring anything," Nancy said, taking the bag of flour from her hands.
"Come on, I couldn't show up empty-handed, could I?" Robin asked. "And I was going to get you wine and flours, but I'm 17, so the wine was out, and I figured I'd get you flour instead!" She grinned at her own brilliance. "Flour, get it? Since we're baking and normally I'd get you flowers."
"That's flowers, but still, thanks," Nancy said grinning. "What about the apron?"
Robin turned around, unfolded the apron, and put it around her neck before tying it around her back. Once it was on properly, she turned around doing a more subdued version of jazz hands, still with a wide grin on her face.
"Kiss the chef?" Nancy read.
"So what do you say?"
"I say, you're not a chef yet," Nancy replied, unable to hold in her smile. She bit her lips to keep from smiling, but leave it to Robin to get her laughing even during her worst moments.
"Well, I say ," Robin said, opening Nancy's cabinets like she knew her way around the Wheeler's kitchen, "that we need to change that, and fast."
Nancy giggled but stood back to watch Robin pull out a couple of eggs from the fridge and a large bag of sugar from the pantry. "Where are your mixing bowls?" she asked. Nancy was leaning against a counter, her hands on her hips, taking in Robin with amazement. When she had first met the girl, she had been so awkward and clumsy, afraid of tripping over her own feet, but now, in the kitchen, it seemed like she had taken complete charge of the situation.
"In there," Nancy pointed at a shelf where her family kept all of their larger dishes.
"Well, are you going to help me?" Robin asked, this time putting her hands on her hips.
Nancy raised an eyebrow. "Well, it seems to me that you're doing really well on your own. Plus, you're the one wearing the apron."
"The apron," Robin looked down. "Well, seeing as how I'm all professional now, what do you say you follow instructions?"
Nancy stood straight, peeling herself off the counter. "Professional?" she countered. "You haven't even cracked open an egg yet."
Robin groaned playfully. "So many qualifications, so many specifications," she said, slowly taking steps towards Nancy. "What if I told you I was born to be a chef."
"I'd say, I've watched you burn a pancake," Nancy said, stepping back because Robin had come face to face with her and they were close to having their mouths touch. "What are we even making?"
Robin shrugged. "Memories."
Nancy laughed, "how about cookies?" she asked. "They're easy, un-burnable, and if Mike's friends come over we can unload it on them."
"Whatever you say, chef," Robin said, tilting her head and smiling.
Nancy pulled out a bag of brown sugar and a measuring cup and handed them to Nancy.
"Doesn't that mean I get to kiss you?" Robin asked.
Nancy was finding it more and more difficult to resist the temptation to kiss her girlfriend. There was no one else home, and even if there was, and Nancy was definitely not out yet, she wasn't sure how much longer she could have parried Robin's offers to kiss her.
"I'm not the one wearing the apron," Nancy said quietly, measuring out some flour, not making eye contact with Robin. One more look into her eyes and Nancy would have given in to her and then they wouldn't have gotten anything done.
Nancy looked up to find that Robin was in fact not measuring out brown sugar or anything for that matter. She was right next to Nancy, and she had taken the apron off.
"Rob-" Nancy breathed. She found it hard to catch her breath because of how close Robin was to her at the moment. If Nancy looked up, their foreheads would be touching. Robin was holding the apron by the neck strap and gently placed it over Nancy's head until it was firmly resting on her shoulders. Slowly, Robin let her hands trail down Nancy's shoulders until they reached either side of the straps on the apron.
In a swift move, Robin pulled the straps back and Nancy closer to her so their bodies were touching. Nancy caught her breath, she never wanted the moment to end, and as Robin slowly tied the straps she could smell Robin's perfume, her coconut-scented shampoo, and how soft her skin was.
"What about now?" Robin asked, pulling her hands away once the apron was tied. Nancy swallowed and looked down.
"Well," she sighed dramatically. "You know how much I don't like to break the rules-"
Robin grabbed Nancy's face firmly and planted her lips on Nancy's. It was a solid thirty seconds because neither of them even realized that they needed to breathe.
"I saw you saw off the barrel of a shotgun so that you could get what you wanted," Robin breathed, still holding Nancy's face, their foreheads resting against one another. "Something tells me you're not a real stickler for rules."
They both laughed, and the sound echoed around the kitchen in the most beautiful way possible. Each vibration bounced off every corner and landed in Nancy's ears as the most beautiful sound she'd ever heard. She never wanted the moment to end. How could she possibly be so happy? How was it possible that one person could make her so happy? And yet, there she was, at that moment, the happiest that she'd been since- well since Barb.
"So," Nancy said, pulling away, after another minute. "Cookies."
Robin cleared her throat. "Cookies," she repeated. "Um, Nance, this might be an odd time to ask this, but do you know how to make them? Like the exact measurements and how long we need to cook them..."
"I see why I took away your title of chef," Nancy giggled. "They're cookies, Rob, I think we'll be fine."
Robin smiled, "when I'm with you Nancy, there's no chance of anything going wrong."
They both stood watching each other for a moment, reveling in the moment when they became the luckiest people ever just to have each other.
"One more thing," Robin said, though she looked reluctant to say it.
Nancy didn't know why, it was not as if she would ever judge Robin for anything.
"Here," Nancy handed her a one-cup measuring cup. "Flour."
Robin nodded and took it.
"What's the thing?" Nancy asked.
"Is chef an adjective?"
Nancy froze for a second, thinking. "No," she said finally. "No, it's a noun."
"No, I know it's a noun," Robin said, "but it's a profession, right? So technically, it can be used as an adjective, since it describes a person."
Nancy narrowed her eyes at Robin. "Sometimes Rob," she said quietly. "I think your mind works in far too extraordinary ways."
Robin laughed, "well, good thing you too are extraordinary," she replied. "Now seriously, what do you think?"
"I think, I have many other adjectives I'd like to use for you," Nancy said, tilting her head at Robin.
"Oh yeah?"
Robin had crossed to the other side of the island in the kitchen, but at Nancy's flirty words, she takes slow steps back to Nancy until they are again close to each other, a gap that should have never been built, had been bridged again.
"Did you measure out the flour?" Nancy asked, knowing very well that Robin had not.
"No, but I will," Robin said. "If you tell me exactly what these adjectives are."
Nancy grinned and held up the spatula she had been using to mix together the butter and sugar as something that came between them so Robin wouldn't start distracting her by kissing her again.
"Well," Nancy said, taking a long inhale like she had to really think about it. "I think that you're brilliant." She placed a kiss on Robin's forehead. "Incredible," she placed a light kiss on Robin's right temple. "Funny." A kiss on her left temple. "Beautiful." Kiss on the right cheek. "Fierce." A kiss on the left cheek. "Vibrant," Nancy finished, with a kiss on Robin's lips which was just meant to be a light peck, but Robin grabbed her cheek again and went in for another kiss. Another minute passed, and at this rate, Nancy realized that they would never finish the cookies period. She used the spatula in her hand that she knew had butter and sugar stuck to the end of it and swiped it across Robin's face lightly. It didn't work as well as she hoped because, although Robin did pull out of the kiss, she froze for a second wondering if Nancy had actually done something as juvenile as that.
Nancy stood there giggling, trying to control her laughter as Robin stared at the butter on her finger before just licking it off and washing her hands.
"I have an adjective for you," Robin said, wagging her finger at Nancy. "Come here!"
Nancy parried, running to the other side of the island, laughing, as Robin followed her, trying to find the best way to get Nancy in her clutches, laughing as well.
"Yeah?" Nancy asked teasingly, "What's that?"
Robin paused for a second in her pursuit of Nancy and sighed with an incredulous look on her face. "The best thing to ever happen to me."
Nancy grinned even wider. She could tell that wasn't exactly what Robin was going to say a moment ago, but this was even better. "That's more than one word," Nancy whispered, and this time when Robin crossed to the other side of the island to get to her, Nancy let her grab onto her arm and push her against the counter.
"Nice try," Robin said. "You asked for an adjective, not a word."
"There's that incredulous brilliance again." Nancy pushed Robin off her and spun them around so that Robin was pushed against the counter instead of her. Robin was a couple of inches taller than her, but Nancy was stronger by far so she was easily able to hold Robin in place. Their lips locked passionately, as their tongues crossed each other like a sword fight.*
Before they could stop, Nancy felt something soft hit her face, and she didn't realize that Robin had retaliated with a flour attack until after she had pushed Robin off.
"You-!" she exclaims, as Robin starts edging back this time, laughing. "I'm going to get you back!"
"I believe that was me getting you back for the butter," Robin countered, putting her hands up, her right hand entirely covered with flour.
Nancy could have let it go, but she always had to have the last word, or in this case, act, so she picked up a handful of flour and chased Robin around the kitchen until she finally pinned her against the sink.
"Please have mercy!" Robin pleaded, putting her hands up and leaning back until her head was almost entirely over the sink.
Nancy took a step back, sighing. "Fine," she said, tutting, "this time I'll-"
Before she could even finish her sentence, Robin had thrown another fistful of flour at Nancy- a fistful of flour that Nancy didn't even see her pick up.
"Sorry," Robin shrugged, sounding not very sorry at all. "You gave mercy to the wrong per-"
Nancy threw the flour she had in her hand at Robin's face this time, catching her mid-sentence.
"I should have waited until after you washed your hands, huh," Robin laughed and Nancy laughed too.
"Yeah, you should have."
Both of them stood there for a moment, the scene was hilarious- two laughing girls covered in flour. They hadn't even realized the mess they had made on the floor, and they wouldn't until Mike walked in.
"Um, guys?' Mike called from the living room. They could see him from the kitchen, and they stopped laughing for a second until they looked at each other, then back at Mike, fully comprehending how ridiculous the scene must have looked from his perspective, and started laughing again.
"What are you doing?" Mike asked, hoping that his sister and Robin would stop laughing.
"Ba-baking!" Nancy gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"Your sister's a chef now," Robin said. "Haven't you heard?"
Mike looked down at Nancy's apron which was covered in flour but still legible and made a disgusted face.
"Bleh!" he exclaimed. "Gross, guys, I didn't need to know that."
The girls had caught their breath for a moment, but once they saw the expression on Mike's face, they burst out laughing again.
Mike shook his head looking disgusted, "ok, just- I'm going to my room because this is- a lot. Just let me know when you're done baking or whatever this is."
He used his hand to indicate the scene that was going on before sulking up the stairs.
After Mike had gone up the stairs, Robin and Nancy were finally able to catch their breaths completely.
"You should try this," Robin said, walking up to the bowl where Nancy had been mixing butter with brown sugar, the farthest they had gotten into making the cookie dough.
Nancy narrowed her eyes. "I made it," she said, but she still stepped closer to Robin, cautiously so that she didn't get a face full of butter.
Robin placed the spoon gently at Nancy's mouth and got it outside of her lips.
"Oops," Robin said quietly, not breaking eye contact with Nancy as she placed the spoon back into the bowl.
Nancy's hands instinctively to her mouth to wipe it off, but Robin stopped her. "No, you don't have to do that," she said. "I got it."
Robin cupped Nancy's chin with one hand and kissed her gently, licking all the butter and sugar off Nancy's lips. When she finally pulled away, Nancy bit her bottom lip and blushed.
"That might have been the hottest thing that's ever happened to me," she whispered.
Robin shrugged but turned red too. "Where's the adjective there?"
Nancy thought for a second. "'Hottest', technically," she said. "But here, let me phrase it a better way." She leaned up a bit so that her mouth was near Robin's ear so she could whisper and Robin would hear every syllable. "You're the hottest thing to ever happen to me."
Robin somehow turned brighter red.
"I guess we should clean this up, huh?" Robin said slowly, looking around at the mess and up at Nancy.
Nancy nodded slightly. "It is a shame that we never did become chefs. We should do this again.
"What, are you kidding me?" Robin asked, pulling Nancy close to her. "As far as I'm concerned, you're the best chef there is."
"Even though we never got around to cooking?"
"Chef is just an adjective," Robin whispered. "Who cares if you've actually made anything?"