"Y/N, can I taste the batter?"

"Of course you can!" You scraped the side of the mixing bowl with the spatula, giving Melpoamen a healthy-but-kid-sized spoonful of dark, chocolatey batter.

"Thank you!" he said gleefully and licked the spoon. He made a face. "It doesn't taste very sweet."

You laughed. "The brownies will get sweeter in the oven, don't worry!"

"Are you sure?"

"Were the cookies I baked last week good?"

He nodded, the spoon grazing his chin.

"What about those cupcakes for your birthday?"

"Oh yeah!"

"Then these brownies are gonna be great!" You smiled at him. "Can I have that spatula?"

"Here you go." You plucked the spatula from his offered hand then popped it into your mouth. Oh man, these brownies were going to be so good — dark chocolate batter with milk chocolate chunks for Melpoamen. You couldn't wait to eat these with a glass of milk — or red wine.

"Mmm-hmm, just the way it should taste!" you affirmed to Melpoamen. "Now, do you wanna make some frosting to write on the top?"

"Yum, frosting!"

—

The kitchen was a mess. You were never a very tidy cook, but you and Melpoamen together were a force to be reckoned with — how did flour end up on the ceiling?

But the brownies looked great, with "Happy Birthday ada!" written in Melpoamen's handwriting — which you had steadied with your hands. You had stuck three candles under "ada" because you definitely weren't going to count that many candles.

"Melpoamen! Time to help clean the kitchen!"

He came sulking in. "Oh man."

"Don't worry, penneth, you just need to help me put dishes in the dishwasher."

He brightened after that. "Oh, ok!"

Melpoamen was done with the dishes in no time and reading on the couch and you were on a chair trying to reach flour on the ceiling when the front door knob turned.

"Y/N, Y/N! We gotta light the candles!"

"Oh, crap!" In your excitement, you fell off the chair, landing on your butt.

"Melpoamen? Y/N? Are you alright?"

"Wait a second, Glorfindel!" you shouted, scrambling off the floor and pulling your lighter out of your pocket. You lit the candles then said, "Ok, you can come in!"

Glorfindel walked in to see Melpoamen holding the brownies up, you crouching with him with a hand underneath the pan just in case.

"Happy Birthday, Ada!" Melpoamen shouted, smiling.

"You did all of this for me?"

You took the pan from Melpoamen so Glorfindel could grab him in a bear hug.

"Yeah! Well, Y/N helped, but she let me do almost all of it! Are you surprised?"

"Am I ever!" You smiled at the pair. An arm looped around your middle to pull you to Glorfindel's other side.

"Happy Birthday, handsome," you said, kissing his cheek.

Melpoamen jumped out of his ada's arms. "Ew!" he shrieked and ran into the living room. Glorfindel laughed and wrapped his other arm around you, kissing you soundly. You linked your wrists around his neck, trailing your nails through the long golden hair.

"I should have known you were up to something when you asked off work," Glorfindel murmured in your ear as you laughed softly.

"Oh, you have no idea what else is in store for you," you said, winking saucily. Glorfindel laughed and kissed you again, trailing a hand down your side to your ass, caressing lightly then smacking it lightly.

"I can't wait." You shivered at the heat in his voice and the pressure of his hand on your ass, even if it was through the fabric of your jeans.

"What are we gonna have for dinner?" Melpoamen asked from the couch. You groaned and lightly knocked your forehead into Glorfindel's collarbone.

"I knew I was forgetting something."

Glorfindel brought his hands to your cheeks, lifting your face up so he could kiss your lips, your nose, your forehead. "We can eat in the dinning hall, you've done enough already."

—

After dinner, the three of you tucked into the brownies, Melpoamen with a glass of milk and you and Glorfindel with a glass of red wine.

"Wow, you were right, Y/N! These are super yummy!" Melpoamen said as he finished his last bite, chocolate smeared all over his mouth.

You laughed and ruffled his hair. "You're a good chef, penneth!"

"Alright, Melpoamen, time for bed," Glorfindel said as Melpoamen finished his glass of milk.

"Ok," Melpoamen said with a groan, putting his dishes in the dishwasher. "Good night, Y/N!"

You kneeled down on the floor as he hugged you, little elf arms tight around your neck. "Good night, Melpoamen. Thanks for helping me today."

"No problem." He smiled at you then ran down the hall to his room.

Glorfindel smiled after him. "Melpoamen's such a good kid, Y/N. You did good."

He looked down at you, still kneeling on the floor. "I know."

—

You topped off the glasses of wine and brought them to the living room when Glorfindel went to tuck Melpoamen in. You were curled up on the couch with a book when Glorfindel came back. His arms flexed around you and you purred in appreciation.

He laughed as he sat down beside you, picking up his glass of wine. "See something you like?"

"Mmm-hmm," you said, taking a sip of your own wine. When he put his glass down, you straddled him. He rested his hands on your hips, rubbing teasing circles with his thumbs just above the waistband of your leggings.

You leaned down to kiss him, moving your lips against his. His tongue prodded the seam of your lips and you gladly allowed him entrance. Your tongues met each other and caressed each other gently. As you pulled away for air, you bit his bottom lip lightly, tugging on it.

"Are you ready for your other birthday present?" you asked, pressing your pelvis closer to his.

He smirked and rolled his hips up, pressing his hardening length into your pelvis. "I think so."