G is for gingerbread. This one is highly stereotypical of a romance fic that involves food. You've been warned. I started this when KoreanGal5 gave this prompt to me and then I made some cookies for anime club's Halloween party, and since I love baking, this just came to mind. It is again of epic shortness. Forgive me s'il vous plait
"Toushiro-kun, if you don't like gingerbread then you sh-"
"I don't like sweets, or Christmas in general Hinata. There isn't much to say" he deadpanned, despite the flour that was dusting his face and clothing since he had measured out the flour and unceremoniously dropped the correct amount in, which caused a fine white misting of the stuff to poof up into his face. . Hinata frowned.
"C-could you pass me the brown sugar please?" Toushiro rolled his eyes, but passed her the ingredient.
"O-Okay" She muttered to herself, double and triple checking the measurement on a stained print out.
" One third cup of brown sugar" She packed in the sweet brown granules into her measuring cup, a look of complete concentration on her face as she dropped perfectly formed mounds. That concentration was broken as even more flour flew up into her face which caused her to pull back and blink back surprise.
"You have flour in your hair" He muttered, wiping away some of the white powdering from her shoulders as she blushed bright red. She mixed in molasses, butter, water, vanilla and all the rest of the ingredients, blending them into soft brown dough that she rolled out and cut into cookies and put in the oven. She took a leftover bit from the bowl, and licked up the savory treat.
"W-would you like a little bit?" Toushiro narrowed his eyes.
"No Thank-" He was cut off by a somewhat forceful kiss from the normally shy Hyuuga. Normally her mouth tasted sweet in a natural sort of way, but now it was filled with the taste of gingerbread, sugary sweet, and burning spice, mingling with the feeling of surprise and love.
"Are you sure that you don't like gingerbread Toushiro-kun?" Toushiro swallowed. The taste that had been left in her mouth had been pleasant. But he wasn't going to give up! Not now, after he had insisted that he didn't like the stuff, and had visibly upset her.
"V-very" He muttered, turning slightly to hide the pink blush on his face. She ate another leftover bit of dough, and again she kissed him, and again he felt the spicy winter treat fill his mouth with sugar and gingery wisps of fire. He could feel her smiling into the kiss, because she knew that she had won as he leaned into it welcoming the taste.