in today’s LDAU wip snippet i give u blake “emotional speeches” belladonna
“I’ve never done anything like this before, not with anyone. I…”
“You’ve told me this before, baby,” Blake said quietly, no hint of judgement or accusation or impatience in her tone. “What makes it different now?”
“Because, I - it’s real now, Blake,” Yang barely managed, clinging to the hem of Blake’s shirt. “What if I can’t make you feel good?”
Blake paused for a long moment, and Yang thought for an irrationally heartstopping second that Blake was going to agree with her, that she’d call this whole thing off. But, sensing her tension, Blake just kissed her cheek softly before replying, “Do you know how many people have said that you’re absolutely brilliant at cooking, Yang?
“I - what?” Yang blinked, nonplussed. “If this is a get back in the kitchen joke, Blake, I swear to god-”
Blake shook her head, pressing a gentle smile to the corner of Yang’s lips. “I promise I have a point, babe. Now hush.”
Yang grumbled, sounding more adorable than annoyed, but let Blake carry on. “Everyone loves the food you make, but I know for a fact that you used to absolutely suck,” Blake said through a fond chuckle. “Babe, the stories you’ve told me about nearly setting your entire kitchen on fire, singeing off one of your eyebrows…”
“Blake,” Yang said pointedly, shifting a little uncomfortably on the couch next to her.
“You didn’t start out knowing everything,” Blake explained. “You got better and better over time, gained more and more knowledge about the basics of cooking until now you’re able to whip up almost anything from scratch and have it always taste delicious.”
Yang’s brow furrowed as she tried to follow along with Blake’s train of thought. Her confused frown deepened when she apparently came up empty. “Are you calling yourself a delicious meal that I’m about to partake in, or like… something? ‘Cause I mean… you’re not wrong but-”
Even when Yang was nervous as hell, Blake couldn’t help but laugh at the way that Yang just had to slip in that obvious insinuation. “No, you dork,” Blake said, bapping her on the head fondly. “What I’m saying, is that once you knew what you were doing, you were able to just do things on instinct. You knew that if you added this ingredient to that dish, then it would end up tasting a certain way. Because you were intimately familiar with the process. You had a foundation and you were just building off of that.”
Yang’s eyes lit up as she finally started to catch on.
Blake smiled at her, nuzzling their noses together and pressing her forehead against Yang’s. “That’s all this is, baby,” Blake murmured reassuringly. “This whole experience… what we’re about to do together, it’s new and exciting and maybe a little scary in some ways, but we know each other. We trust each other. We love each other. And that’s what matters in the end, right? Because the end result is us, together. And we’re together right now, so nothing will change, baby. Okay?”
