Norway X Gunnar- Picky girl

Gunnar is the type of girl who was picky. Very picky. Lukas was preparing dinner again "Oh Gunnar, why are you so high maintenance?" He sighed. He was almost done with the supper when he heard a door close.
"Lukas! I'm home." Gunnar called. She walked to the dinner table, and sat down. "What you make this time?"
"Rakfisk." He said, placing it on the table. He looked up at her.

"No thank you." Gunnar said.

"You're not even going to try it?" Lukas asked.

"To be on the safe side." She said. She turned to leave, but she was stopped by Lukas. "The fu-" She felt his lips and the feeling of something in her mouth. She turned pink, it was delicious, not just the food, but HE was.

Lukas took a bite, and made her eat it. She was pinker than the sunset, and Lukas took a note of it.

"Did you like it?" He asked.

Gunnar nodded.

"Than finish it." He commanded.

She finished, and got up.

"You liked it." He said, his hands behind his back.

" I loved the meal, but I love you way more." She said. _{"You taste good too."}

Lukas blushed. "What do you mean?"

"I mean THIS!" Gunnar leaned onto him and kissed him.

"...." Lukas said. He now knew how to get her to eat his meals.

"Well, I'm going up, you coming?" Gunnar said.

"In a little while." Lukas replied.

Gunnar flew up the stairs, instead of walking. Lukas was still amazed she could fly, but at least he could get her to eat.