If you can’t stand the heat, get out of the kitchen! (3)
hear chef!abby x reader
part 1, part 2
Content: modern au, head chef!abby x waitress!reader, soft!abby, very fluffy!!, first kiss, ice cream date, not proofread (I just needed to get this part out asap cuz I’ve left you guys hanging for too long 😖)
Word Count: 1,666
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You chase her scent once your bodies finally untangle. Something earthy and grounding as well as a hint of lavender laundry detergent lingers under the kitchen aromas that have soaked into her chef's uniform.
She slowly raises her left hand, it hesitates beside your face as she asks "Can I?".
Your hand flies to hers before you can stop it, her hand dwarfs yours and almost equals the size of your face. You press her skin to yours and lean into her touch.
The lack of noise and chaos around you allows you to think now. You think of how sweet Abby is to you, how perfectly her clear blue eyes catch the locker room light- reminding you of the way the sun reflects off the oceans surface, how well her tattoos suit her.
That makes you wonder “What’s the meaning behind this one?” you ask gently, grazing her skin with the pad of your forefinger.
Abby answers with her palm still soft against your cheek. “It’s for my Dad. He loved daisies, grew them in his own greenhouse and everything”.
You smile up at her and brush your fingers over the floral design “I like how delicate it is, reminds me of you”.
Abby’s mind races at the compliment. She’s never been called…delicate before. The first word people think of when they hear Abby is strong. Strong is great, makes her feel good about the work she puts into staying fit- but that’s not all she is. Abby loves deeply, cares deeply for all the people in her life. And for you to pick up on that side of her and let it shine? It has her even more enamoured with you.
Abby's heart flutters and she moves on instinct. She lightly smooths her fingers along the side of your face and leans in to kiss your cheek. It’s meaningful and respectful- too respectful for your liking. Her lips press into your cheek and she inhales your scent without meaning too, it's a precious moment. Rather, it's meant to be a precious moment but you can't stop your heart from racing at the thought of more...her lips against yours, you kissing away that teasing smirk that she always wears.
As she's about to pull away you catch sight of what she's wearing under her uniform. The first few buttons are undone, allowing the white fabric as well as the blue t-shirt she’s wearing underneath to hang open as she leans down to your height to kiss you. You try hard not to stare, you really do. Your mind shouts at you to look away but your eyes stay fixed on her ripped body. The angle her body’s at leaves the simple black bra she's wearing and her defined abs exposed to your gaze.
“Get through the shift and I’ll buy you ice cream later” she hums by your ear as she pulls back.
Your cheeks flush furiously as she walks away. The tingly warmth reaches your neck and soon encompasses your whole body.
Your hand grips the pink lemonade even tighter and you press the ice cold glass to your neck in an attempt to cool yourself down before returning to work.
The feeling of her lips on your cheek lingers throughout the rest of your shift. Your body unconsciously moves faster, trying to get through the last few gruelling hours of work as fast as possible.
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Abby returns to the kitchen, pleased to find everything under control. She put Manny, her sous-chef, in charge after fleeing the kitchen with an unconvincing excuse "Alvarez! Work the line whilst I'm gone. Have to check something in the back real quick"
Manny watched her leave with a glass of lemonade in one hand, the other hand smoothing her blonde hair down. He chuckled to himself and shook his head. She's such a bad liar.
He already knew Abby had a thing for you- after all he's known her the longest. Manny and Abby were childhood friends, he partly scored the position as her sous-chef because of his connection to her.
As they fire up the last few rounds of orders he teases “what was that yesterday, huh? Calling the newbie sweetheart”. He says the words quietly, aware of the other chefs working around them.
"Fuck off and do your work, Chef" she snarks, head buried in controlling the flow of the kitchen whilst cleaning up the presentation of a dish about to go out. Manny laughs it off, knowing she's only messing with him.
Service ends and he risks a glance at her, she shakes her head and tries to supress a smile. Ultimately, she can't. She can't deny the little massive is the more appropriate word crush she has on you, after all- she's a terrible liar. Instead, she resorts to walking away so she can hide her face from Manny's mocking gaze.
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The restaurant that was buzzing with life just moments ago is now dark, empty and clean- ready for tomorrow’s cycle of business.
You and Abby fold your uniforms in your bags and exit the building, greeting the gust of slightly cold air with relief.
The city air feels like a dying flame; the humidity of the day slowly dissipating from the atmosphere ,yet, leaving a whisper of warmth behind. It’s the perfect temperature for an ice cream; the type of summer weather that reminds you of fuzzy evening walks in a foreign country.
Abby walks beside you on the side of the pavement closest to the road, slightly slowing her pace to match yours. The silence filing the air between you is satisfying, a collective fatigue overcoming both of your bodies after dealing with constant service all day long.
She break the silence first “You did good today, newbie”
You scoff and glance up at her with a raised eyebrow. “Really?” you deadpan.
Abby laughs, the edges of her voice breaking into a lazy fry. “I’m serious, you bounced back like a pro”.
A smile works onto your face despite not believing her words yourself.
She can tell her words haven’t fully sunken in and she playfully nudges your arm, “take the compliment, sugar”.
Sugar.
That’s new.
Your heart leaps as her eyes sparkle down at you, that cheesy smirk you can’t get enough of makes another appearance.
Abby makes your chest ache with tenderness, she’s everything you could wish for and she’s standing right in front of you. You stare at her arm, contemplating smuggling into her side or holding her hand and before you can let yourself overthink you just go for it.
Abby smiles down at the sight of you curled around her left arm, your hands tracing soft patterns into her freckled skin.
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You pick tiramisu as your ice cream flavour and Abby chooses chocolate. She already has her card ready in the hand that holds her ice cream and casually takes your free hand in hers- efficiently flustering you and physically restricting you from paying all at the same time.
You smirk at the sheer cheek she has and thank her with a kiss on her cheek (which you have to get on your tip-toes for).
The pair of you sit on a bench and watch the cars zoom past, bright taillights shining like gemstones. The slightly cool air helps to calm Abby's nerves and relaxes her a little.
The city is somewhat busy, friend groups and couples leaving dinner, dog owners waking their beloved canines, overworked office workers heading home.
The sweet dessert leaks down the cone in your hands and without thinking you lick a stripe up the ridged shape. Abby watches with fervour, pupils blown wide and a grip so strong on her ice cream cone she breaks it.
Fuck, she needs you to do that again.
“Let me get a taste” the words leave her mouth before she can stop them.
Your heart pounds in your chest as Abby looks at you expectantly.
You scooch closer and lift the sweet cream to her lips, you hold out your free hand under the cone ready to catch any stray melted droplets with your palm.
She licks a stripe into the ball of ice cream you’ve molded with your tongue. The thought of her tongue meeting the same surface yours has sends shivers down your spine and triggers a mass of inappropriate scenarios to form in your brain.
“Try this” Abby gently gestures to her own dessert. You lean in and lick the cold ice cream, collecting the chocolate flavour on your tongue.
The exchange feels intensely intimate. You feel her eyes burning into every crevice of your body. Abby’s body is mere inches away from yours and you know you have to seize the moment.
Once you glance down at her pink lips she gets the hint and slowly leans closer, waiting for you to give her a sign to stop. But you don’t. And when you can’t handle the torturous tension you plead “Kiss me”.
She handles your jaw like porcelain, delicately guiding your lips to hers like the last two pieces of a puzzle.
When the movement picks up you can’t help but let out a quiet, airy sigh of relief. Finally, is all you’re thinking.
Your ice creams are long forgotten, now melting down the sides of your hands.
Abby pulls away and you chase her lips, already desperate for more.
"Tastes good" she grins, a cocky tone to her voice.
"Yeah, chocolate and tiramisu are a good combination" you humour her.
You’re an inch away from her lips, so close that you can feel her breath meet yours.
"Can I get a another taste? I need a reminder of the flavour" you tease, a giddy smile forming on your face.
Her lips meet yours a bit harsher than the first time. You follow the rhythm of Abby's movements, opening your mouth obediently when her tongue swipes against your lips. In between deep kisses she whispers "Anything for you".
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