Anon - Twi Peppers Her Angus

Scritch scritch scritch. Flakes of pepper drift down to the angus like black snow. Sharp, fresh oils cut through the air and tickle the nose, the peppercorns beautiful and delicious. Mouth already watering at the 'zing' in her nose Twilight reaches over to the stove, her brand new cast iron skillet washed and ready to use.

"Step two, preheat pan."

She notches her mental checklist, gently turning the dial on the over until propane flares to life. Drizzled oil on the pan turns translucent and shimmers, dancing across the hot iron. Twilight brushes her brow with her clean hand, sweat itching at her very proper chef's toque.

"Step three..."

Hesitating, she takes the meat in her hand. Raw beef digs under her nails, the season piece of meat dangling above the stove. 'Drip, drip' goes the meat, juice bursting into a violent boil and dissipating into steam within a second.

"Sear."

Licking her lips she gently lays the meat in it's iron cradle, the hot iron screaming in joy at the taste of the cold meat. More than the heat gushing onto her chest and face from the stove a terrible heat rose inside her as well, the primal urges to feast on flesh tickled by the scent of the charring meal.

Too long, perhaps, did she dwell on on. Her finger brushes the lip of the skillet, hot oil scarring her flesh instantly. She whips it back, a bubble of a blister already forming.

"Fuck!"

Fingerburn general