agent-derek-levine:
“Okay so this is a first time for both of us. I promise we can take it slow.” He said jokingly. He placed the chicken on the cutting board and grabbed a knife. “That makes sense. No samonella and some salt. At least we won’t starve. Maybe the second time for us might be better. We will add cooking to our training sessions.” He smirked as he began to cut up the chicken. “I guess if we were married or something we’d be the couple with a private chef because we can’t cook.”
She couldn’t help but blush at his words and looked away quickly. “I think if we were married, we would totally kill each other before we had time to hire a private chef,” she laughed, chopping up vegetables and then turning to him. “But I didn’t take you for the marrying sort of person -does that mean you choose me?” She joked. “This whole time, these training sessions where just some way to sneak in a marriage proposal?”
“Hmm maybe you’re right about that but we’d have a lot of hot sex before we got to that part.” He playfully nudged her with his arm. “I’m sorry but you know it’s true.” He put the chicken pieces into the stove and pushed it around with a spoon. “It would definitely take someone special but I don’t think it would be the worst thing. Think about the tax benefits.” He said jokingly. “Damn my master plan has been revealed. Now you’ll never say yes. It’s so sad.”












