AN: Get ready ladies 'cause I'm back. Sorry if I've been away for a while, but that's me, I'm coming and going all the time. And hey I'm back now and I have a new story. It start in the 18th season and will keep going. Hope you like it.
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So there he was. In a floral apron (the only one she could find, she assure him). Baking a cake, the last thing he hoped he would be doing in a Saturday afternoon, but when Connie called him and said she needed his help with Jack's birthday present, it wasn't something he could deny. He thought he only was going to care some bags and walk the wholly afternoon, and even seeming something boring, there he was. After all when he could see her out of the office? But when he came to her apartment and she opened up the door for him with happiness shining all over her face and saying that there were a lot of things to get to be done.
She set him to work on the measuring of ingredients. Apparently it was the only thing he could do without spoiling her plains. "Are you sure this recipe is right Con?"
She toured to face him, suppressing a giggle. Naturally she had others apron that he could use but floral was the one that suited him very well. And since her know him, she never saw him out of his comfort zone. "Of course it is. What part are you up to?"
She walked over and peered over his shoulder. He felt her breath on his neck and the slight touch of her body against his. He fought to stay calm and remember how to breathe. He knows her for how long? Eight months or so? How could she do it with him? How could she make him feel this way?
"It just that it says add three cups of chocolate chips. Three cups? Is that really necessary?"
She giggles again, a large grin spreading all over her face "Of course it is necessary. And don't even bother arguing with me. We all know who has the greatest knowledge in chocolate cake here".
She set him back to work, measuring the flour and butter. There was no talk between them, but the silence wasn't awkward, was never awkward, between them. Just as they had a routine going, the phone rang. Connie hurried of into the living room to answer it
It was in that split he got the idea. He knew that it was a bad idea and would end up very, very messy, but once it had formed in his head he couldn't stop it. He imagined her expression. And knew at once that he had to do it. He grabbed a large serving spoon from her drawn and waited.
She walked back to the kitchen, wondering why she couldn't hear the beater going. He should be in that part now. She sighed. He probably didn't even know how to use a beater. She took one step into the kitchen, and before she could even register what was happening she saw a giant spoonful of chocolate cake mix flying towards her and felt it hit her square in the face.
"What a shot" the call came from Mike before he could saw the serious look on her face. "Oops. I'm in trouble now" He thought doing his best to suppress a grin but filling miserably.
She stalked over to him, grabbing the bowl from his hands. He knew she was probably pissed and she had the right to be. Before he could think in the right words for an apologize, a hand shot out of nowhere and smeared chocolate cake batter all over his face. A giggle escaped from her lips and it was the sweetest sound he ever heard. And before he knew it, it was an all out food fight.
"You're in trouble now Connie Rubirosa" Mike called out lobbing a handful batter at her but missing to the left.
"Oh yeah? You should be afraid Michael Cutter. Very afraid"Another handful was tossed at him, hitting him in the chest. He ran over to her, his hands covered in cake mix.
"Oh come here, you".
He trapped her in a hug, smearing chocolate all over her clothing. Before he knew it, the both lost their balance, ending up on the floor which was also covered with chocolate cake mix. He had fallen on top of her as they both stopped, breathing heavily. He looked into her eyes and brushed a strand of hair out of her face.
She could feel all his weight on top of her, but it was comforting. She didn't dare to move, the contact of both they body was something so rare that she was scared to even breathe, just in case it was a dream. And then, as if in one of her romance novel, he leant over and planted a chocolaty kiss on her lips.
"And what was that for?" she asked breathlessly.
"Well, you had a bit of chocolate in the corner of your mouth. I couldn't possibly let the normally immaculate looking Connie Rubirosa appear to be a two years old with chocolate smeared all over her mouth, could I?"
Something passed over her face, and he noticed the glint on her eyes. Moving just a fraction, she passed her finger in a puddle of chocolate mix and smeared chocolate around her mouth.
"You're right Mr. Cutter. Apparently I have some more here. Think you could help me clean that up also?"
She smiled a sweet and innocent smile and waited for him to make his next move.
"Hmmm I think I could Miss. Rubirosa"
As he leant down, his lips brushing against hers, he realized that chocolate cake was with no doubt his favorite dessert.
