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“Hurry up! I’m in the kitchen!” shouted Tom, as he heard the door open a few moments later.
"What have you done this time?” you replied, sprinting along the entrance courtyard and the corridor.
Tom quickly brushed some flour off his face, and reached for the remains of the burnt, falling-apart cake. He held it out to you, whining.
“I tried! I really tried because I wanted to do it for you but it didn’t work. I don’t know how you manage to do it for everyone. I hate baking. I never want to bake again.”
You smile like a loon. You know he tried his best to please you and it’s sooo cute. He can act, dance, sing *ahem*, make love like a god, be charming, be perfect but no maths and no baking!
“Well… Thank you. It’s the thought that counts I guess” you said, “but don’t be mad about this poor cake" taking the cake in both hands.
Tom smiled shyly like a lost child, not taking his eyes off of you. You saw some icing on his face, so you moved up a finger to wipe it up, and licked it.
“Do you want to try again, with me? Baking, I mean? I know you’re quite upset but… I don’t want to see you not having fun with this…"
“It’s just a slight dusting of flour” Tom shrugged, pouting, totally insincere.
… You tried to not smile too widely “I bought ingredients so we may as well try. It’s not like we can make the flat any messier… You said a slight dusting of flour…”
Tom smirked. “Darling?” He asked cautiously, worried about your mood before considering what he was going to say next.
“What?”
He smiled, blushing, “I tried to bake because I wanted to tell you that I love you.”
You grinned “I didn’t need you to bake to tell me that. I love you too”
“Do you really?” Tom asked with his puppy eyes. “..even despite this mess? I’m useless! I can do all this stuff in front of camera and people but just casual things is almost impossible for me…”
Your smile spread even wider, your eyes softening at your lover’s amazement, “Yes Tom, even despite this mess and your uselessness”
Tom frowned, eyes fixed on you, and sighed in defeat “Alright you win, you and your smile and your “I’ll make you a perfect man” side” He smiled a little, still watching you.
“I’m burdened with glorious purpose love! I’ll make a man out of you!”
“Oh come on! I’m a man!” said he, grabbing your hips.
You slapped his hands and thrown an apron at his head.
“Firstly, you need this”
Tom faking shocked, feeling you take the apron off of his head and slide it around his waist; not a ridiculously girly one with pinky froufrou; a black one like French sommelier.
He felt your warmth again his back and sighed in delight… He smiled again, and then coughed and blushed (you do love how you still can success to made him blush).
“Now, how about that cake, Mr Pudding?” you said, poking him with your hip.
Tom chuckled, flicking a little flour at you in retaliation for your mocking, but secretly loving it.
“Alright. What do we do, then?” He said with a smile, placing one hand on your back.
“Maybe we will start with something easier than a cake. What about a French bread ?!”
Ooh how easy it is to do this trap… you almost heard “Unchained Melody” in your head…
Tom didn’t see that glint in your eyes.
You picked up the flour and water, reaching across Tom to the work counter with your head down, hiding your flaming cheeks.
Tom breathed in, trying to contain the urge to leap at you, shuffling to the side, reaching up into a cupboard to grab a clean bowl, and turning, to put his dirty one in the sink, his breathing still erratic at the thought of holding you so close.
You gave him some orders, to mix flour, salt, water and baking powder. You picked up the bowl and flip it on the counter.
“And now you need to knead it perfectly, otherwise the dough will not inflate”
“But I don’t know how to do that properly!!” said Tom a little bit worried to mess it up again.
“That’s why I will stand behind you” You said all too innocently and Tom rolled his eyes.
“You know, the all "reproducing the Ghost movie” is a bad idea.“
You gasped. "How did you know?”
“I know how a romantic movie maniac you are and even if I never saw "Ghost”, I still know that scene.“
Now it’s your turn to pout. "But it would really help you to understand if I was behind you. Please?”
Tom knew he couldn’t say no, even more when you were looking at him with those pleading eyes.
“Ok. But I can assure you that it’s a bad idea.”
He sat in a bar stool, legs spread wide in front of the counter and you placed yourself behind him. He heard you hold back a squeal.
Tom knew he got it bad as he found you so damn adorable. You’ve been officially dating for a few months and you still had those fangirl reactions. He could only guess that it was part of how you were. And it made him feel so important and loved that it was embarrassing.
Fuck that he got it bad.
He concentrated on the counter and the dough in front of him and you started to explain in his ears. He could feel you shivered against his body.
He knew it was a bad idea.
You still guided his hands over the dough so you could start the form of a ball. His breathing got more uneven and you wondered what he was thinking.
You founded soon enough as he rolled his hips into yours. You retained a moan.
“Tom” you whispered against his neck, posing fleeting kisses. “You are not concentrated on the bread.”
“Um?” He whimpered, giving you more accessed to his neck. You glanced to see him expression and saw him eyes closed as he was purring. You glanced down to see his thighs and you put your hands full of flour on it, making him gasp. You simply moved your hands up and down his thighs enough to make him whine.
Fuck. You knew it was a tremendous idea.
You kissed as Tom rolled her hips again making both of you fall on the floor, splashing flour and dough everywhere but not caring one bit.
You burst out laughing, Tom smiled, turning his face away a little, trying to hide it. He breathed in for a moment, before turning to you, quickly and quite all-of-a-sudden, and kissed you, passionately, desperately.
You pulled away for a second, pleasantly shocked, before pulling Tom close again, reaching up to hold his head and kissing him even deeper than before.
Tom kissed you, his hand rising up to your shoulders, up to your neck, and to the back of your head, where his fingers stroked your hair. “Ooh, darling,” Tom breathed through your kiss “I love you so much”
“Mm mm,” you murmured, shivering slightly under Tom’s touch, your own hands beginning to wander through his soft coppery curls. You pulled away to return the words, but Tom distracted you with firmer, deeper, longer kisses and then pulled you away…
“What about the glorious and simple pleasure of baked potato ?”
