A/N: I'm trying to play catch up with these drabbles so the third one will be posted later tonight. It's like I'm trying to smother you with feels ;D

"CHARLES CARSON."

The echo of her angry Scottish cadence penetrated his eardrums. She very rarely got like this, and he can't imagine what he di-

Oh.

He dropped the newspaper on the settee and stood up as she came barreling through the kitchen into the living room, apron on and wooden spoon in hand.

"Charles. Carson." She severed his name into two very low, seething expressions. She pointed the wooden spoon at him, cake batter dripped onto the floor.

He puts his hands up in front of his chest in defeat, cocking his head to the side at the sight before him.

"Did you, or did you not, use your finger to take a swig of my cake batter?"

This is it, this is the end. Ever since they retired, married and moved into their cottage, she'd taken up cooking. She didn't want Beryl's help, insisting that she learn on her own. After several failed attempts at making Beryl's famous chocolate cake, Charles thought he could ease the tension by offering help and adding humor. He would sneak in and try the batter, offering his opinion on what needed to be added or removed. Essentially that upset her more and she banned Charles from the kitchen, much to his chagrin. "If you step foot in this kitchen when I am attempting to perfect this cake, may the good Lord help your soul!" He found it terribly funny.

It's not so funny anymore.

"Well?"

"I'm not sure what you are talking about. I've been sitting here, reading the newspaper and-"

His nervous banter was interrupted by her snickering.

"What's so funny?" He straightened up as she walked closer to him, knowing full well what she is capable of when she is angry. She reached her finger up to the corner of his mouth and wiped at it. On the pad of her finger was a glob of chocolate cake batter.

"And this is from..?"

He curled his lips inward trying to suppress a smile. "I'm not sure."

And then she did something that he thought he would never see in his lifetime; she licked the batter off her finger (and he could swear she did it with a hint of seduction.)

"That's actually quite good," she laughed out loud.

"It is very good. Do you know what else is good?" He looked at her with as much seduction as she just gave him. Anticipating a kiss she closed her eyes and readied her lips only to feel the wooden spoon being yanked from her grasp. She let out a sharp gasp and opened her eyes to find Charles already halfway across the room, licking the spoon. "Another heaping glob of the stuff that's what's good."

He took off into the kitchen and she chuckled at his escape.

"Poor soul doesn't know I already put it in the oven."