07. Giddy
“See, I told you I could teach you to cook.” Kendall said with a big grin. Preening over the mixing bowl of batter between them.
“Shhh!” Nona place a hand over his mouth to stop him from speaking. “We still have to bake it. Plenty of time to mess it up still. I’m telling you its worse this way. If I haven’t messed it up now, it will probably explode in the oven.”
Kendall chuckled dipping his finger into the chocolate batter. “Nah, its just brownies. I’ll have you making creme brulee in no time.” Licking the chocolate from his finger Kendall froze, concentrating very very hard on controlling his facial features. A tiny cough escaped his throat.
“Hey! What is that face!” Nona accused pointing at Kendall.
“N-nothing!”
“Liar! It is gross isn’t it.” Kendall shook his head fervently, but she ignored him tasting it herself. “EW! It’s so--- I did everything you told me to!”
“How much salt did you put in this?”
Nona shuffled through the sink of discarded cooking utensils. “This one, like you told me.” She held up the quarter teaspoon defiantly. She did everything exactly as he told her to. “And before you bother asking, I used this one for the sugar.” She folded her arms across her chest after holding up the measuring cup.
Kendall was at a loss. He watched her almost the whole time, and he just couldn’t figure out how-- oh. A laugh bubbled up before he could stop it as it dawned on him as to what happened. “Did you get the sugar out of this container?” He asked doing his best to hold back his giggles. Nona looked between the one Kendall pointed at and the one sitting right next to it before nodding. Any hope he had of holding back his laughter was lost when she confirmed that she had indeed confused the sugar and salt containers.
“It is not funny!” She protested stomping her foot slightly.
“It kinda is?” Kendall offer grasping his side trying to contain his amusement. Which died rather quickly when he felt something warm and sticky smeared across his face. He looked up to Nona mouth agape, finding her with her hand covered in ruined brownie batter and looking quite triumphant.
“Still funny?”
“Oh,” Kendall dipped his own hand in the batter, Nona’s eyes widening slightly as she watched him. “Its on.”
She moved before Kendall could retaliate, shrieking slightly as he chased her around the island. The chase lasted longer than it should have between two grown adults, and by the time Kendall finally caught Nona, wrapping his arms securely around her waist so she couldn’t run any more, the kitchen was a disaster. One would think being a professional seeker that was adept at dodging bludgers and moving swiftly would be able to handle an innocent game of chase without knocking over everything on a flat surface.
Standing there trying to catch their breath, covered in batter, flour, and who knew what other baking ingredients, it was Nona’s turn to laugh. “Your kitchen is a mess,” she giggled surveying the damage they had done.
While she was looking around the room, Kendall was staring at her. Taking it all in. The flour dusting her hair, the cocoa powder covering her left shoulder and half her arm. The batter that was splattered across her neck and face. He found her so incredibly beautiful, he didn’t even hear a word she had said. Keeping one arm around her waist, he brought up his other to gently brush away some of the flour in her hair. For whatever reason, she was still talking, he gathered as much as the word cleaning before threading his fingers into her hair and pulling her in for a kiss.
He had intended for it to be a short sweet kiss, tender even. Instead he found himself pouring everything he felt into this one kiss. The passion he felt for cooking, the fun he had just being around her. The fact that she could ruin something as simple as brownies and instead of being annoyed all he wanted to was see what she could do with a cake. Or actual dinner.
Using his free arm, Kendall lifted Nona up to sit her on the counter. “I should teach you to cook more often.” He murmured breaking the kiss, the arms Nona had at some point wrapped around his neck preventing him from moving too far.
“Well... if that is the sort of response I get for making gross brownies, how can I say no?” Nona purred hooking her leg around his waist pulling him even closer.
“I don’t know...” Kendall said eyeing a spot of batter on her neck momentarily before leaning in to kiss her again. On the lips, then a trail down her jaw, and finally licking off the salty concoction. “I could make the argument that you make it delicious.” He barely moved his lips from her skin as he spoke and wasted no time returning his attention to her neck and then down to her collarbone where he found more chocolate and sugar stuck to her skin.
“Oh...er” Nona was finding it hard to make coherent thoughts let alone speak them with Kendall devoting such attention to her. Not that she was really complaining, she was quite content to sit there with her head lolled back slightly as he did all the work. She didn’t even bother trying to hide the undignified noise that escaped her lips when the hand that was resting on her knee slid slowly up her thigh, the light touch of the fingers causing her skin to tingle. Kendall hooked his thumb into the top of her panties as his hand came to rest on her hip. “Oh.” His hand paused at the different tone. “I’m not having filthy kitchen sex.”
“Oh.” Kendall moved his hand from her hip back down to her mid thigh. “No?”
While he had moved his hand, he had not actually stopped kissing her. Which wasn’t really fair. “Ergh No?”
“Should I stop?” He asked seriously pulling back so he could look her in the eyes.
“Merlin no.” Nona said instantly, taking the opportunity of the small space he put between them to run her hands up under his shirt (which why he ever even wore one was beyond her) and lifting it off. “Filthy bedroom sex?” She counter offered already working on the clasp of Kendall’s pants.
Kendall laughed slightly before capturing her lips in another slow burning kiss. “Its such a far walk.” He moaned tugging her blouse out of the top of her skirt. “What if I can’t make it that far?”
Nona smirked at him. “I’m sure I could offer the right incentive,” she said before pulling her flour cover shirt over her head. She looked down and back up at Kendall, shrugging a shoulder.
Kendall wasted no more time on words as he wrapped an arm around Nona’s waist and lifted her off the counter. She kissed him as her legs locked around him as her carried her effortlessly to his bedroom.
22. Disappointed
It was understandable when he didn’t make the team last year, he was only second year and Hufflepuff wasn’t looking for any beaters. So it wasn’t a big deal. But this year was different, and his dad had told him that under no circumstances that it would be acceptable for him not to make the team. He’d been playing for years after all. Karl Broadmoor did not put so much effort into teaching his son to play just to watch him sit on a bench.
Which is exactly what Kendall was doing. Sitting on a bench in the locker room staring at the floor. He lost track of how long he’d been sitting there, all he knew is that everyone else was long gone and he had no desire to move.
“Hey, what are you still doing here?” Jonathan Bones asked walking around the corner, sort of surprised to see the third year still sitting there. As captain he was used to dealing with young kids upset they didn’t make the team, but he wasn’t expecting Broadmoor to be one of them. “Buck up, blue eyes. I’m sure you’ll make the team next year, just need to hone in those beating skills a bit more. Even though I still think you should try for seeker. I saw you watching MacFarlan chasing the snitch waiting for your go.”
“I have to be a beater.” Kendall responded dejectedly. That’s what Broadmoors were. Seekers were for girls and pansies that couldn’t handle actually being in the game of quidditch.
“Have to and want to are two totally different things, Broadmoor. That’s why you didn’t make team. I can see when you’re on the pitch that you don’t want it, and I need players who desperately want to be playing the position they are in. Sort out what you want to do, then try again next year. You have potential and it would be a shame to see it go to waste.” The Hufflepuff clapped him on the shoulder before turning to leave. “Don’t stay out here too late. Lock the door when you leave.”
Kendall just scowled at the floor as he retreated. What did he know about anything. Of course Kendall wanted to be a beater. Being a beater is what would make his dad proud, and that’s what he wanted most. To do his dad proud. He’d just have to train harder this year. Next year there would be a different captain to impress, and Kendall would make it on the team just fine.
But first he had to tell his dad he didn’t make the team this year. Kendall sighed and let his head thunk against the wall behind him. It was only third year, it wouldn’t be completely terrible. His dad just set high standards so he would reach farther. He wouldn’t really be that upset over it.
