Guns Can't Stop Me

Their little session had taken a considerable amount of time, a lot longer than he had actually meant to but Marc was perfectly okay with that. He had thoroughly enjoyed himself and by the looks of it, so had Lillian. Despite having not gotten to cum. He headed upstairs, changing into a fresh pair of clothes before heading back down to the main level of the floor. Marc set out a few different things before sitting down and simply waiting for Lillian to join him so he could start teaching her how to cook.

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Lillian slowly made her way downstairs. Finally she had been able to calm down a bit, the aching in her legs now easy to ignore. Though she had wished Marc would have allowed her to cum.

When she walked into the kitchn, Lillian smiled softly when she saw what Marc had set up. "Are we going to cook?" She asked him softly.

Marc looked up from his spot sitting at the breakfast bar. A small smile formed on his lips and he gave a nod of his head as he tilted his head to the side. "I've already made the pasta but we're going to make a lighter version of lasagna," Marc explained as he pushed out of his chair and made his way toward her.

He pulled her closer before motioning toward the meat he had laying out, ground turkey. "There's no such thing as a good meatless lasagna so we're going with turkey since it's a bit of a healthier option," Marc explained quietly. "But first we have to make the sauce to start the lasagna, okay?"

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"Uh okay." Lillian said as she looked at all of the ingredients on the table. She wasn't quite sure what went into pasta sauce. Obviously there was tomato and garlic used, but that was all she knew. Biting her bottom lip, Lillian then started to pull together what she thought was the sauce ingredients. For some of it she was correct, like the cans of tomatoes and the piece of garlic. But she also started to grab some questionable spices, like Cumin.

Marc watched as Lillian grabbed items from the sauce, unable to contain his laugh when he noticed her grabbing cumin. He reached out, setting a hand on top of hers to stop her from fully picking up the bottle. "Sweetheart, if I put cumin in my gravy, my mother would roll over in her grave. You'd probably even hear her all the way over here," he said, unable to hide his smirk as he shook his head slowly. "Grab some basil from the crisper in the fridge, okay? Chop that up for me," he said, turning to begin chopping up the garlic and tomatoes. He then moved on to chopping up onions after placing a spoon backwards in his mouth so that his eyes wouldn't water.

(it's a neat trick, try it sometime! )

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(I actually needed a trick to stop crying because of onions so this is helpful. )

Lillian let go of the Cumin before moving to the fridge to grab the basil. It was a good thing that Marc knew what to put in since she obviously didn't. Though she thought it odd that he didn't need a recipe in front of him to know what to do, but just seemed to know what he was doing. As she started to chop up the basil, Lillian took a moment to look over at Marc, seeing that he had put a spoon in his mouth. Her eyebrows furrowed together and her head tilted to the side. "What are you doing?"

(My ex's mother showed me that and I will never forget it. it's a fuckin' italian miracle )

Marc treated the knife and onion like it was nothing special because to him, it really wasn't. He had grown up with his mother in the kitchen more often than not and if his life hadn't taken the sort of path that it had, he likely would have ended up as a chef at a restaurant somewhere. Shaking his head to help clear his thoughts, Marc let out a quiet sigh as he looked over to Lillian. He reached up, pulling the spoon from his mouth so that he could speak. "It stops my eyes from watering because of the onion," he answered quietly, giving a shrug of his shoulders. "Next time we make a meal together, I'll get you to try it, okay?"

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Lillian's features lightened up a bit before she nodded to Marc. It still was certainly weird, but at least there was a reason for it, she supposed. Though Lillian still wasn't sure how an onion was meant to make his eyes watering. After all, Lillian ate onions all the time and never had an issue with it.

After Lillian finished cutting up the basil, she set it to the side and started to cut up the garlic like Marc instructed her to do. So far this whole cooking thing wasn't that bad. If all she had to do was cut and throw things together in a pan, then she would be pretty good at it.

Once everything was cut up, Marc motioned for Lillian to step even closer to him. He wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her so that she was standing in front of him. Between his body and the stove. "So we toss in the garlic and onions into the pan first, let it heat them through to get their flavour going before you pour in the chopped tomatoes." Marc explained the steps, following along with them as he spoke so that she could see what he was doing as well.

"Now, we also want to get the noodles cooking so that we can make the lasagna layers," Marc explained as he set the noddles into the water. "We aren't going to cook them quite all the way because they'll finish off in the oven. Does that make sense?"

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Lillian moved back into Marc as he pulled her in front of him. As he explained it all, she stayed quiet but her eyes followed what he was doing closely and she paid attention to what he was saying. This was something that Lillian wanted to do well at, since it would help her during her time with Marc. "Yes, that makes sense. Though how do you know when they are cooked enough but not all the way?" Lillian asked him about the noodles.

Marc set his chin on Lillian's shoulder, peering over it as he sank the noodles into the water. He grinned a bit at Lillian's question, almost wanting to laugh at it. At least she was asking questions so she could better learn how to cook and ultimately, how to please him. If she knew how to keep him happy, her time here would be more enjoyable. "They take eight, maybe nine minutes to get to that point. They're still a bit hard - just enough that they're pliable and easy to put into the lasagna. No one wants crunchy noodles in their pasta dish," he explained quietly. "It's one of the worst things you could ever serve."

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"Is it really that bad to have uncooked noodles in lasagna?" Lillian moved her head to the side to look at Marc. She could see the amusement in his eyes, and she wondered if the question she had asked was normally an obvious one. Though she turned her head back to the stove, looking what they were currently cooking. Once Marc indicated that the onions and garlic were properly cooked, Lillian poured the tomato sauce on top of it to cook in the pan. However, when a large bubble formed, and popped sauce every where, she couldn't help but jump further into Marc out of surprise.

Marc wasn't the least bit concerned with the bubble that rose in the sauce. He didn't even pay attention to it as he turned to give the noodles a gentle stir as to not break them at all. He turned back just as the bubble popped and Marc couldn't help but let out a laugh, his grip tightening around her waist as she jumped back into him. "Sweetheart, it's just sauce. It's not going to bite you," he teased, lowering his lips to her ear. "But I will," he whispered, nipping at her earlobe. Marc stepped away from Lillian, leaning down to pull out a dish to make the lasagna in. When the sauce was done, he held out a ladle to Lillian. "Put a thin layer of sauce down on the bottom for me, okay?"

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"Well I didn't know that it was going to bubble like that. It just surprised me." Lillian said quietly as Marc gently nibbled at her ear. It was hard to hate certain things and how he sometimes made her feel. It sometimes just felt right in such an odd way.

Once the ladle was handed to her, Lillian started to pour a light layer of sauce. Soon they were adding other layers, like cheese, meat and noodles. So far she didn't hate cooking.

The last bit that Marc added to the lasagna before sliding the dish into the oven was adding a dollop of ricotta cheese to each square of lasagna. Three down and roughly four across. Marc straightened up after putting the dish into the oven, turning around to face Lillian. "Why don't you grab a bottle of wine? Whatever you want is fine," he offered, motioning toward the wine fridge located in the island behind them. "Go on, sweetheart," he said, giving her a small smile before turning to grab a pair of wine glasses for the two of them.

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Heading over to the island, Lillian bent over and looked at the wine. There was a good amount of choices and Lillian ended up pulling out a red wine, Cabernet Sauvignon. She then made her way over to Marc as she opened up the top. Then taking the glasses, Lillian set th down on the counter and poured some for the both of them. Setting the bottle down, Lillian took a sip of her glass before lightly smiling. "It's quite good."

Marc leaned back against the counter, opposite the island as Lillian stepped over to it. Crossing his arms as he watched her go through his wine collection, Marc was mildly satisfied by the choice that she had made. He took a sip of the wine once it was poured before relaxing back against the counter. "Do you drink very much wine? I prefer mine on the dry side but," Marc paused to shrug. "Anything is better than nothing."

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Lillian moved into the counter behind her and started to relax a bit. It seemed that there was nothing for them to do until the lasagna was done, and who knew how long that was going to take. So she took another sip from her glass. "I wouldn't say that I drink a lot of wine. But it's normally at dinner so I'll have a glass then." She gave him a small shrug. Her grandfather liked to have a glass, and whenever she was with family friends, friends, business associates they would always bring out a bottle.

Marc shrugged as he moved over to the island, sitting down at the breakfast bar with his glass in hand. He was quiet as he listened to Lillian speak, taking another sip of his wine before turning to look over at her. "Different wines pair well with different things. I would have picked something like Barola because it's a wine that will hold up to the flavours in what we are cooking," he explained quietly. While he would have made a different choice as to what they would have drank, Marc wasn't that upset because he understood she didn't really know much better. "I'll start teaching you just as we start cooking so that you will, in time, know what pairs well with what meal you're cooking."

Lillian look down at her glass before giving him a small shrug. She actually did have a relatively good idea on which wines paired with what kind of food. And that was because of the ettiequte she had to learn when hosting parties, business dinner meals and other such events. In this case, Lillian was less concerned about what would go well with pasta and more about what she really wanted to drink since it had been so long. Hell if she thought she could get away with it, Lillian would down the bottle until she was black out drunk. Though maybe it wasn't a bad thing that Marc thought she didn't know better? "That sounds good." Lillian told him with a warm smile. She then finished off her glass before pouring herself another one.