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Yelena looks at the ingredients arranged on top of the kitchen island counter, pointing at each one as she mentally, and verbally, in a mumble, goes over each one. She’s simply trying to make sure that they’re not missing anything—so that they can avoid needing to go back out into the wilderness of public grocery stores to get something as small and simple as butter.
Thankfully, the butter is there. So are the lemons and the oil and the flour. Every single ingredient listed on the recipe website is present on the counter.
She breathes out a sigh of relief as she lightly claps her hands together, turning on her heels to face Bob, who’s been standing off to the side to allow her time and space.
“Good?” Bob asks, inclining his head towards the countertop.
Yelena nods. “Good. We have everything we need.”
Bob laughs softly as he smiles, tilting his head slightly. “So why didn’t you ask Bucky to help you…?” He mumbles, slowly stepping up to the counter beside Yelena.
“Because I did not want to do this with Bucky,” Yelena answers simply, pushing up the sleeves of her sweater. “I want to do this with you.”
Bob’s cheeks flush. His smile widens as he ducks his head down a little, huffing out quiet laughter and pushing up his own sweater sleeves at the same time. “Okay—okay. Just, uh, wanted to know.”
Yelena huffs indignantly, though there’s a small smile on her face as she does. She pulls the large mixing bowl between them and instantly begins telling Bob what to grab and what to do with it. He takes all of the dry ingredients and combines them in the bowl while Yelena readies something else in a small bowl.
She leads Bob around the kitchen like she’s on a mission—and she very well might just be on one. Bob listens well, doing exactly what she says and asking for clarification if he needs to. He mixes the eggs into the batter one at a time, until the batter is completely smooth and ready for them to pour it into the pans. Yelena is the one who does that, using a spatula to scrape out as much of the batter as possible between the two cake pans, and when she’s done, she holds it out to Bob and tilts her head slightly.
“Want to lick the bowl?” She asks, already licking off the excess batter from the spatula.
Bob watches her, his eyes fixed on her mouth and the spatula—and when he meets her gaze, with Yelena smirking at him, his face goes red and he quickly hides against his shoulder with a shake of his head.
Yelena chuckles softly as she licks the rest of the spatula clean, setting the bowl down in the sink. She puts the now clean spatula into it before turning to the oven, which is already pre-heated. She takes both cake pans and pushes them in, tapping the oven twice.
“Set a timer for an hour.”
The oven’s screen flashes 60:00 in red. Yelena hums softly to herself as she turns back to Bob, putting a hand on her hip.
Bob’s gaze is back on her, not as flustered as before, but his eyes still flicker away when Yelena’s meet his. He clears his throat as she pads over to him, leaning in close to his space.
“What should we do for—”
His question is interrupted as Yelena reaches up to his neck, pulling him down into a soft kiss. Bob stiffens for a moment, before slowly relaxing, letting out a soft noise into the kiss. He tilts his head as he kisses back, his hands twitching at Yelena’s sides before they come to rest on her waist.
When Yelena pulls back, she’s smirking up at him, stifling the laughter bubbling up in her chest at the swooning look Bon is giving her.
“I have an idea,” Yelena murmurs, running her thumb along the side of Bob’s neck.
His fingers flex against her waist, his eyes widening a bit as his pupils dilate. Bob briefly licks his lips, before he’s diving in to kiss Yelena again, slowly backing her up into the counter. Yelena grins against his mouth, sliding her other hand up along his back.
Maybe this had been her plan from the very start, but she won’t tell Bob that until after the lemon cakes are done.