Taylor/Selena - Little Taste of Heaven (oneshot)
Title: Little Taste of Heaven
Character/Pairings: Taylor Swift/Selena Gomez (friendship)
Summary: Selena and Taylor have an impromptu Iron Chef competition.
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. This is completely fictitious. Title comes from Taylor Swift's Untouchable.
Other: Written as a holiday present for letscall_l. I hope you like this more than I do.
Flipping through the channels, Taylor sighs, looking over at Selena, who’s watching the channels blink past each other quietly, humming a little to herself. “I’m bored,” Taylor proclaims.
“What do you want to do?” Selena asks, yawning and crossing her legs pretzel style, brushing some hair out of her eyes. She studies Taylor for a second. “Want to watch a movie?”
“No,” Taylor breathes out.
“Go shopping?” Selena’s not really in the mood to go out, she’s still in her pajamas from their sleepover and doesn’t want to shower and get dressed, but she will if it’ll make Taylor happy.
Thinking for a moment, Taylor shakes her head no. “I can tell you don’t want to.”
Selena laughs brightly, turning to the television for a moment. “Hey, wait, go back.”
“What?” Taylor asks, flipping back one channel.
“One more time.”
Taylor obeys and sees the food network come into focus, a heated battle of Iron Chef currently happening in front of her eyes. “Do you want to watch this or…?” There’s a sparkle in Taylor’s blue orbs that Selena knows all too well.
“I can’t believe we haven’t had an Iron Chef competition yet,” Selena says, nodding her head as she makes her decision, standing up quickly and offering her hand to Taylor, she grunts exaggeratedly as she helps pull the blonde off the couch.
“It’s not my fault that we all can’t weigh fifty pounds,” Taylor huffs, smiling despite herself.
Selena rolls her eyes a little at Taylor’s comment before ignoring it altogether, asking, “Should we go look for a secret ingredient?”
“No! It’s not a secret if we pick it.”
Taylor has a point. “Okay, we’ll ask my mom. And then she and Brian can judge.”
“Sounds perfect,” Taylor says, slipping her arm through Selena’s, forcing Selena to skip with her through the kitchen, both of them giggling loudly, successfully trying to make each other stumble.
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“Are you guys ready?” Selena’s mom asks the girls, holding a bowl over the secret ingredient, prepared to reveal it.
“If it’s pickles you’re going down,” Selena says to Taylor as she puts her hair up into a ponytail. She’s wearing the apron a fan sent her for her birthday, having given Taylor one of her old ones to wear. She’s so excited for this that it’s kind of ridiculous; she even got out the chef hats for them to put on.
“You wouldn’t pick pickles would you? That would be unfair. I’d have to make like, a sandwich,” Taylor tells Selena’s mom, leaning back against the counter.
“No, the secret ingredient is not pickles. Now, are you two ready?”
“Yes,” they respond in unison, eyeing each other suspiciously before breaking into grins, looking at Mandy expectantly.
“The secret ingredient is,” she pauses for dramatic effect and Taylor starts a drumroll on the countertop. “Chocolate chips!” She removes the bowl with a flourish, revealing four bags of tollhouse chocolate chips.
“Chocolate chips?” Selena raises her eyebrows, frowning a little. She was kind of hoping for something weird that she wouldn’t have any idea how to actually use in a recipe.
“It’s not my fault we have ten bags of them because you bake cookies for everybody all the time,” her mom says, opening a cabinet and putting the bowl away. Quickly, she sets a timer, looking at the girls very slowly. “You have two hours to make three things. And you have to do the dishes when we’re finished judging.”
“Of course,” Taylor says, nodding. She’s practically bouncing on the balls of her feet and Selena can see her going through a bunch of different recipes in her head.
“And, go!” Mandy sets the timer on the counter, watching with amusement before leaving them to their own devices.
As they start rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator for ingredients, Selena decides she’ll make chocolate chips cookies (a classic, but something she can nail and spice up with cinnamon), homemade hot chocolate, and a chocolate sauce to put over noodles (she isn’t sure she really knows how to make it, but she’ll give it a go; she doesn’t want to seem completely uncreative).
Looking at everything she has on the counter, she starts measuring out the ingredients for the cookies: sugar, brown sugar, flour- the basics. “Hey Taylor, you want to turn on the radio?”
“So you can sabotage my stuff?” Taylor asks, looking at Selena with a smile. She has the muffin tray in front of her and is coating it with non-stick cooking spray.
“No, so we can sing along,” Selena laughs at her, biting her lips as she tries to decide how much cinnamon she actually wants in her cookies.
“Okay, but only because I trust you.” Selena can feel Taylor looking at her constantly as she walks over to the stereo. A moment later music is floating through the room and Taylor is running back to her preparation area. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
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Selena’s cookies are in the oven, and she’s trying to be very stealth about the chocolate sauce, but it isn’t working very well. “Taylor, if you were making a chocolate sauce to go over noodles, what would you put in it? Hypothetically.”
“Hypothetically,” Taylor begins, looking at Selena with raised eyebrows, “I would put some sort of steak sauce in it and put some meat on the noodles, too.”
Thinking about it for a moment, Selena tries to decide if it’s a good idea. The meat thing definitely isn’t bad, and she thinks they might have some steaks in the fridge. Selena’s also pretty sure she should have played it safe. “How much time do we have left?”
Taylor looks at the timer quickly, “An hour and a half.”
“Cool.” Selena begins to look through the cabinets, thinking about how she saw this done before one time on the food network and how she should have been memorizing the recipe instead of thinking about what a cool idea it was.
She finally thinks she has something figured out- she’s not sure it’ll actually work, but at least she’s not going to stand there looking at a bag of chocolate chips doing nothing- when Taylor flicks some flour at her.
“Thank you, but I don’t need a thickening ingredient,” Selena says, sticking her tongue out.
“I’m just trying to thicken you up.” Taylor throws some more flour at Selena. “When are your cookies going to be done? I need to put my cupcakes in.”
“You’re using a muffin tray.”
“Same thing,” Taylor laughs, and this time Selena sees her grab the flour, so she bends down behind the island to hide.
She waits for a moment, but when she pops back up Taylor’s right across the island, invading her designated preparation area and throwing a handful of flour right into her face, causing Selena to sputter and blink a few times. “Taylor!?”
“You look so adorable,” Taylor says, reaching across the island to pinch Selena’s cheek.
Narrowing her eyes at Taylor, Selena takes two steaks out of the fridge and starts warming up the stovetop--she’ll make Taylor drive them to get more steaks if her mom needs them to. Then, as she waits for the grill pan to heat up, Selena runs over to Taylor, who’s rolling out some puff pastries from a can, and grabs a handful of flour. Standing on her tip-toes, Selena dumps it on Taylor’s head.
“Oh, this is war!” Taylor shouts, reaching for the flour and tossing some at Selena.
Shrieking, Selena grabs a few handfuls of flour, dropping them into one of her bowls so she can have her own stash. She runs away to her area, watching Taylor carefully and ducking down when she thinks she sees Taylor ready to throw. And suddenly she’s grabbing her bowl of flour and crawling on the ground. She stands up to make sure she’s not going to be bombarded and throws a handful in Taylor’s face. Flour coats the countertops and Taylor, and Selena’s sure she’s covered in it, too. Then she’s laughing loudly; Taylor’s giggling and tossing weak handfuls of flour in Selena’s direction.
“You’re cleaning this up,” Selena manages to breathe out.
“Why me?”
“You started it.”
Taylor rolls her eyes and smiles widely, listening carefully to the radio. “Wanna dance?”
Selena takes a few deeps breaths so she can calm down enough to hear “Chasing Cars” floating into the kitchen. Nodding her head, she glides over to Taylor, putting one hand on her shoulder, lacing her fingers through Taylor’s.
“Why do I have to be the boy?” Taylor asks, situating her hand on Selena’s waist anyway.
“Because you’re taller,” Selena smiles brightly up at Taylor as they twirl around the kitchen. Her socks are perfect for sliding around the flour-coated floor, and Taylor’s humming along to the music in a way that makes Selena feel like she never wants the song to end.
When it finally does it’s replaced by “You Belong With Me” and Taylor and Selena both scream and start dancing around the kitchen, spinning in circles, swinging their arms over their heads, swaying back and forth. Selena’s singing at the top of her lungs and Taylor’s giggling in this way that reminds Selena of how her chest feels right now.
Grabbing Selena by the hand, Taylor twirls her around the kitchen until Selena feels dizzy and is laughing so hard her sides ache. Leaning back against the counter, Selena smiles, hearing the timer for her cookies beep. “How much time to do we have?” she asks.
“Oh snap! Fifty minutes.” Taylor covers her mouth quickly before taking Selena’s cookies out of the oven and putting her muffins in.
“We can do it,” Selena says, nodding resolutely, putting her steaks on the grill pan and trying to focus on cooking and not the flour that’s clumped onto her eyelashes.
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“So who won?” Taylor asks as Selena’s mom and step-dad finish trying the last of the food.
“It’s a tie,” Brian says, looking down at the scoring sheet.
“Really? Are you sure you did it right?” Selena leans over, trying to get a look at it. “You hated my chocolate steak sauce as much as you hated Taylor’s turkey chocolate puff pastry sandwiches?”
“You both did well,” Selena mom laughs, touching Selena’s arm gently. “Now clean up the kitchen. I expect all traces of flour to be gone by the time Taylor leaves.”
“Okay,” Selena sighs. “Thanks for judging you guys.” She bends down and puts her chin on her mom’s head, wrapping her arms around her mom’s shoulders. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now clean. I need to start dinner in a little while.”
“Okay.” Selena follows Taylor into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “Good job.”
“You too,” Taylor says, shaking Selena’s hand as though it was a sport. Then she begins to pile the dishes next to the sink.
“Want to do a rematch later?” Selena asks. She grabs a washcloth and starts to wipe some of the flour off the counters.
“Duh,” Taylor laughs, deliberately bumping into Selena as she goes to grab the broom. “And what was wrong with my turkey chocolate puff pastry sandwiches?”
Selena chuckles quietly, “you couldn’t think of a more creative name for them?”
“Steak with chocolate sauce is not much better.”
Selena scrubs down the counter, looking up at Taylor, who still has smidges of flour on her cheeks. Reaching over, Selena rubs them off with her thumbs. “There.”
Selena plans different things she could make for the rematch as she cleans, wracking her brain and vowing to surf the internet for ideas. She’ll ask Jen, too. “Hey, maybe we could plan the rematch ahead of time and get a bunch of different people to come over and judge it.”
“Sounds perfect,” Taylor says, sweeping a pile of flour into the dustpan.
“Perfect,” Selena repeats.
Today turned out pretty good and she can’t think of anything that would have made it any better. She smiles to herself, glancing at Taylor for a moment.
Yes, Selena thinks, Perfect is the right word.
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Character/Pairings: Taylor Swift/Selena Gomez (friendship)
Summary: Selena and Taylor have an impromptu Iron Chef competition.
Rating: G
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. This is completely fictitious. Title comes from Taylor Swift's Untouchable.
Other: Written as a holiday present for letscall_l. I hope you like this more than I do.
Flipping through the channels, Taylor sighs, looking over at Selena, who’s watching the channels blink past each other quietly, humming a little to herself. “I’m bored,” Taylor proclaims.
“What do you want to do?” Selena asks, yawning and crossing her legs pretzel style, brushing some hair out of her eyes. She studies Taylor for a second. “Want to watch a movie?”
“No,” Taylor breathes out.
“Go shopping?” Selena’s not really in the mood to go out, she’s still in her pajamas from their sleepover and doesn’t want to shower and get dressed, but she will if it’ll make Taylor happy.
Thinking for a moment, Taylor shakes her head no. “I can tell you don’t want to.”
Selena laughs brightly, turning to the television for a moment. “Hey, wait, go back.”
“What?” Taylor asks, flipping back one channel.
“One more time.”
Taylor obeys and sees the food network come into focus, a heated battle of Iron Chef currently happening in front of her eyes. “Do you want to watch this or…?” There’s a sparkle in Taylor’s blue orbs that Selena knows all too well.
“I can’t believe we haven’t had an Iron Chef competition yet,” Selena says, nodding her head as she makes her decision, standing up quickly and offering her hand to Taylor, she grunts exaggeratedly as she helps pull the blonde off the couch.
“It’s not my fault that we all can’t weigh fifty pounds,” Taylor huffs, smiling despite herself.
Selena rolls her eyes a little at Taylor’s comment before ignoring it altogether, asking, “Should we go look for a secret ingredient?”
“No! It’s not a secret if we pick it.”
Taylor has a point. “Okay, we’ll ask my mom. And then she and Brian can judge.”
“Sounds perfect,” Taylor says, slipping her arm through Selena’s, forcing Selena to skip with her through the kitchen, both of them giggling loudly, successfully trying to make each other stumble.
---
“Are you guys ready?” Selena’s mom asks the girls, holding a bowl over the secret ingredient, prepared to reveal it.
“If it’s pickles you’re going down,” Selena says to Taylor as she puts her hair up into a ponytail. She’s wearing the apron a fan sent her for her birthday, having given Taylor one of her old ones to wear. She’s so excited for this that it’s kind of ridiculous; she even got out the chef hats for them to put on.
“You wouldn’t pick pickles would you? That would be unfair. I’d have to make like, a sandwich,” Taylor tells Selena’s mom, leaning back against the counter.
“No, the secret ingredient is not pickles. Now, are you two ready?”
“Yes,” they respond in unison, eyeing each other suspiciously before breaking into grins, looking at Mandy expectantly.
“The secret ingredient is,” she pauses for dramatic effect and Taylor starts a drumroll on the countertop. “Chocolate chips!” She removes the bowl with a flourish, revealing four bags of tollhouse chocolate chips.
“Chocolate chips?” Selena raises her eyebrows, frowning a little. She was kind of hoping for something weird that she wouldn’t have any idea how to actually use in a recipe.
“It’s not my fault we have ten bags of them because you bake cookies for everybody all the time,” her mom says, opening a cabinet and putting the bowl away. Quickly, she sets a timer, looking at the girls very slowly. “You have two hours to make three things. And you have to do the dishes when we’re finished judging.”
“Of course,” Taylor says, nodding. She’s practically bouncing on the balls of her feet and Selena can see her going through a bunch of different recipes in her head.
“And, go!” Mandy sets the timer on the counter, watching with amusement before leaving them to their own devices.
As they start rummaging through the cabinets and refrigerator for ingredients, Selena decides she’ll make chocolate chips cookies (a classic, but something she can nail and spice up with cinnamon), homemade hot chocolate, and a chocolate sauce to put over noodles (she isn’t sure she really knows how to make it, but she’ll give it a go; she doesn’t want to seem completely uncreative).
Looking at everything she has on the counter, she starts measuring out the ingredients for the cookies: sugar, brown sugar, flour- the basics. “Hey Taylor, you want to turn on the radio?”
“So you can sabotage my stuff?” Taylor asks, looking at Selena with a smile. She has the muffin tray in front of her and is coating it with non-stick cooking spray.
“No, so we can sing along,” Selena laughs at her, biting her lips as she tries to decide how much cinnamon she actually wants in her cookies.
“Okay, but only because I trust you.” Selena can feel Taylor looking at her constantly as she walks over to the stereo. A moment later music is floating through the room and Taylor is running back to her preparation area. “Better?”
“Yes, thank you.”
---
Selena’s cookies are in the oven, and she’s trying to be very stealth about the chocolate sauce, but it isn’t working very well. “Taylor, if you were making a chocolate sauce to go over noodles, what would you put in it? Hypothetically.”
“Hypothetically,” Taylor begins, looking at Selena with raised eyebrows, “I would put some sort of steak sauce in it and put some meat on the noodles, too.”
Thinking about it for a moment, Selena tries to decide if it’s a good idea. The meat thing definitely isn’t bad, and she thinks they might have some steaks in the fridge. Selena’s also pretty sure she should have played it safe. “How much time do we have left?”
Taylor looks at the timer quickly, “An hour and a half.”
“Cool.” Selena begins to look through the cabinets, thinking about how she saw this done before one time on the food network and how she should have been memorizing the recipe instead of thinking about what a cool idea it was.
She finally thinks she has something figured out- she’s not sure it’ll actually work, but at least she’s not going to stand there looking at a bag of chocolate chips doing nothing- when Taylor flicks some flour at her.
“Thank you, but I don’t need a thickening ingredient,” Selena says, sticking her tongue out.
“I’m just trying to thicken you up.” Taylor throws some more flour at Selena. “When are your cookies going to be done? I need to put my cupcakes in.”
“You’re using a muffin tray.”
“Same thing,” Taylor laughs, and this time Selena sees her grab the flour, so she bends down behind the island to hide.
She waits for a moment, but when she pops back up Taylor’s right across the island, invading her designated preparation area and throwing a handful of flour right into her face, causing Selena to sputter and blink a few times. “Taylor!?”
“You look so adorable,” Taylor says, reaching across the island to pinch Selena’s cheek.
Narrowing her eyes at Taylor, Selena takes two steaks out of the fridge and starts warming up the stovetop--she’ll make Taylor drive them to get more steaks if her mom needs them to. Then, as she waits for the grill pan to heat up, Selena runs over to Taylor, who’s rolling out some puff pastries from a can, and grabs a handful of flour. Standing on her tip-toes, Selena dumps it on Taylor’s head.
“Oh, this is war!” Taylor shouts, reaching for the flour and tossing some at Selena.
Shrieking, Selena grabs a few handfuls of flour, dropping them into one of her bowls so she can have her own stash. She runs away to her area, watching Taylor carefully and ducking down when she thinks she sees Taylor ready to throw. And suddenly she’s grabbing her bowl of flour and crawling on the ground. She stands up to make sure she’s not going to be bombarded and throws a handful in Taylor’s face. Flour coats the countertops and Taylor, and Selena’s sure she’s covered in it, too. Then she’s laughing loudly; Taylor’s giggling and tossing weak handfuls of flour in Selena’s direction.
“You’re cleaning this up,” Selena manages to breathe out.
“Why me?”
“You started it.”
Taylor rolls her eyes and smiles widely, listening carefully to the radio. “Wanna dance?”
Selena takes a few deeps breaths so she can calm down enough to hear “Chasing Cars” floating into the kitchen. Nodding her head, she glides over to Taylor, putting one hand on her shoulder, lacing her fingers through Taylor’s.
“Why do I have to be the boy?” Taylor asks, situating her hand on Selena’s waist anyway.
“Because you’re taller,” Selena smiles brightly up at Taylor as they twirl around the kitchen. Her socks are perfect for sliding around the flour-coated floor, and Taylor’s humming along to the music in a way that makes Selena feel like she never wants the song to end.
When it finally does it’s replaced by “You Belong With Me” and Taylor and Selena both scream and start dancing around the kitchen, spinning in circles, swinging their arms over their heads, swaying back and forth. Selena’s singing at the top of her lungs and Taylor’s giggling in this way that reminds Selena of how her chest feels right now.
Grabbing Selena by the hand, Taylor twirls her around the kitchen until Selena feels dizzy and is laughing so hard her sides ache. Leaning back against the counter, Selena smiles, hearing the timer for her cookies beep. “How much time to do we have?” she asks.
“Oh snap! Fifty minutes.” Taylor covers her mouth quickly before taking Selena’s cookies out of the oven and putting her muffins in.
“We can do it,” Selena says, nodding resolutely, putting her steaks on the grill pan and trying to focus on cooking and not the flour that’s clumped onto her eyelashes.
---
“So who won?” Taylor asks as Selena’s mom and step-dad finish trying the last of the food.
“It’s a tie,” Brian says, looking down at the scoring sheet.
“Really? Are you sure you did it right?” Selena leans over, trying to get a look at it. “You hated my chocolate steak sauce as much as you hated Taylor’s turkey chocolate puff pastry sandwiches?”
“You both did well,” Selena mom laughs, touching Selena’s arm gently. “Now clean up the kitchen. I expect all traces of flour to be gone by the time Taylor leaves.”
“Okay,” Selena sighs. “Thanks for judging you guys.” She bends down and puts her chin on her mom’s head, wrapping her arms around her mom’s shoulders. “I love you.”
“I love you, too. Now clean. I need to start dinner in a little while.”
“Okay.” Selena follows Taylor into the kitchen, leaning against the counter. “Good job.”
“You too,” Taylor says, shaking Selena’s hand as though it was a sport. Then she begins to pile the dishes next to the sink.
“Want to do a rematch later?” Selena asks. She grabs a washcloth and starts to wipe some of the flour off the counters.
“Duh,” Taylor laughs, deliberately bumping into Selena as she goes to grab the broom. “And what was wrong with my turkey chocolate puff pastry sandwiches?”
Selena chuckles quietly, “you couldn’t think of a more creative name for them?”
“Steak with chocolate sauce is not much better.”
Selena scrubs down the counter, looking up at Taylor, who still has smidges of flour on her cheeks. Reaching over, Selena rubs them off with her thumbs. “There.”
Selena plans different things she could make for the rematch as she cleans, wracking her brain and vowing to surf the internet for ideas. She’ll ask Jen, too. “Hey, maybe we could plan the rematch ahead of time and get a bunch of different people to come over and judge it.”
“Sounds perfect,” Taylor says, sweeping a pile of flour into the dustpan.
“Perfect,” Selena repeats.
Today turned out pretty good and she can’t think of anything that would have made it any better. She smiles to herself, glancing at Taylor for a moment.
Yes, Selena thinks, Perfect is the right word.
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