It's been two months since I posted this story. Sorry for the long wait, but here is chapter two: making and eating lunch.

For this chapter I researched typical Japanese meals and hopefully everything here is accurate.

Thank you to midnightsky0612 and ukewithdarksoul for your reviews on the first chapter.

Victor enjoyed watching Yuuri cook.

The Japanese man stood at the stove with a white apron tied around his waist. With a smile he sauteed the vegetables while the rice cooker steamed on the counter. Victor gleamed at just how graceful Yuuri's wrist circled with each stir.

A memory of when Victor first ate his home cooking surfaced and Yuuri's smile increased as he recalled the twinkling in Victor's eyes as he exclaimed its scrumptious flavor to the heavens. He shut off the vegetables now slightly browned.

Yuuri then moved to stir the miso soup. Unconciously he hummed a tune from his childhood. The steam from the pot slightly fogged up his glasses. As Yuuri went to adjust the heat he felt two strong arms wrap around his torso.

"Vic-Victor," Yuuri cried.

His hand bumped the pot handle. Yuuri started for a second then grabbed it before the soup had a chance to spill over the side. All the while Victor kept his hold on his darling love.

Yuuri let out a sigh of relief. He then frowned at the handsome man who had difficulty keeping his hands to himself. The delicious aroma heightened by closer proximity to the food.

"I told you not to do that when I'm cooking," Yuuri scolded. He turned around with Victor's hands still on him.

"I couldn't help it, you looked so cute and you were even humming," Victor said and nuzzled against Yuuri's jawline.

However Yuuri pushed him away. Victor's smile faded at the sight of his boyfriend's deeper frown. "Both of us could've been scalded."

Victor stared speechless for a moment. He then grinned and said, "You know you're cute when you're mad."

Yuuri whined and pressed his hands over his face.

He gasped as he remembered the food still on the stove. He flicked off the burner warming the soup then stirred the vegetables once more.

Victor made himself useful by pouring the tea Yuuri recently brewed. He sat the cups on the table then looked out the window to see the rain still falling at a healthy rate.

The bottom of the bowls bumped the table tearing Victor's attention away from the weather. A bowl of rice topped with grilled salmon now sat at each spot. The gray-haired man took his seat on the floor then waited for Yuuri to return with the steaming bowls of miso soup.

Yuuri sat down across from Victor. The two put their hands together and said, "Itadakimasu," a custom that caught Victor by surprise the first time he dined with Yuuri's family, but now was second nature. They both reached for the chopsticks.

Victor popped the fish into his mouth and his lips curved into a huge grin. Yuuri chuckled and with a nod accepted his fiance's compliment.

"How lucky am I to be engaged to a good cook," Victor said in between bites.

"Too bad I can't say the same," Yuuri teased.

Victor gasped with an offended look on his face. A few seconds later his gaping mouth curved upwards. "I suppose I'm good at everything else, so if cooking's my one flaw, I'll take it."

Yuuri shook his head, but still smiled. Victor was correct he was lucky-lucky to spend the rest of his life with the main reason for his joy.