Hey babes! So this is the one-shot that was supposed to be up yesterday, but the website wasn't letting me log in. So therefore, I was unable to update yesterday. However, I am now. :)
The prompt for yesterday was: Romance/Fluff. I combined that one with a prompt I found a while back: Bake in the middle of the night with someone I love. And so, this one-shot was born.
It's very fluffy, hope you enjoy!
"Grant? Grant." Skye lies on the bed on her stomach, her feet lifted up in the air. She reaches out with her hand to poke her boyfriend in the cheek. "Grant," she says again, poking him harder.
"Go to sleep," she hears him mumble, his face half buried in the pillow.
She sighs and pokes him again, the time in his sides, "Grant, wake up."
A few seconds later, Grant rolls over onto his back and looks at Skye with half-lidded eyes. "What?"
"I wanna make cinnamon rolls."
He furrows his brows, "What?"
"I want to make cinnamon rolls," she repeats with a smile.
"You woke me up at," he turns his head to look at the alarm clock and then back at her, "12:07 in the morning to tell me you want to make cinnamon rolls?"
She bites her lip and nods her head, "Mm-hmm."
"Why did you have to wake me up? If you want to make cinnamon rolls, go make cinnamon rolls."
"I want you to make them with me," she tells him.
"Seriously?"
She nods her head again, "Yeah." She scoots up and rests her arms on his chest, "Please?" She leans down and gives him a small kiss. "Pretty please?" she asks against his lips and then pulls back.
Grant sighs, "Fine. We can make cinnamon rolls."
Skye grins, "You are the absolute best. I'll be out in the kitchen. Come join me when you're not half asleep." She gives him one more kiss before sliding off of the bed, wearing her boy shorts and tank top, and making her way out of the room to the kitchen.
Two minutes later, Grant walks into the kitchen, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and letting out a yawn. As he steps further into the kitchen, he sees Skye standing at the counter, many bowls, utensils, and ingredients surrounding her.
"I see you already got started," he remarks as he walks over and stands behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.
She smiles, "Yeah. Luckily for you, I got everything out and ready to go before I came and woke you up."
"Does that mean you never actually came to bed?" He asks her.
She shrugs, "Maybe. But I kind of took a nap earlier, so I wasn't tired. And you know me, I've always been a night owl." She smiles at him over her shoulder.
"Yes you are," he replies. "How's the mixing going?" he asks.
"Good," she nods her head. "And this should almost be done soon," she gestures to the mixture in the bowl in front of her.
"You said you wanted to make these together, so what do you need me to do?" he asks her.
"Will you grab the bowl right there," she nods her head to the small mixing bowl off to the side, "and pour it in here?"
"That I can do," he presses a kiss to her cheek before unwrapping himself from around her to grab the small bowl off of the counter. He steps back over to her and dumps the contents of the small bowl into the larger one Skye is using.
"Thank you," she says to him.
"You're welcome," he smiles.
"Can you get me two more cups of flour and pour it in here too?"
"Yep," he replies, moving over to the bag of flour sitting on the countertop. He picks up the measuring cup and dips it inside the bag, scooping up some flour. He carefully pours the first cup into the bowl, smiling at his girlfriend as he does so. She smiles back at him.
"One more cup of flour," she informs him.
"Got it," he nods his head seriously, turning back to the flour bag. He dips the cup back in, scooping up some more flour. He steps over to the bowl, dumping the flour roughly into the bowl, causing some of it to fly into Skye's face.
"What was that for?" she looks over at him.
"It was an accident," he smiles sheepishly.
"Then so is this," she smirks, reaches into the bowl and grabs a pinch of flour, throwing it in his face.
He laughs, "I guess I deserved that."
"Yes you did."
"Do I also deserve a kiss?" he asks.
Skye looks at him as she thinks. She sighs playfully, "I guess you do."
He smiles and leans over, stealing a kiss from her lips. "Thank you," he says against her lips.
She pulls back and smiles at him, "You're welcome. Now spread a light layer of flour on the counter so we can knead this when I'm done mixing it."
"Yes ma'am," he gives her a small nod of his head, turning back to the flour.
"Is the counter ready?" she asks him after a moment.
He nods his head, "Mm-mm."
"Great," she picks up the bowl and steps over to where he is, playfully nudging him out of the way with her hip. She sets the bowl down and then tips it on its side, pulling the dough out of the bowl and onto the counter.
"What do we do now?" Grant asks as he watches Skye push and pull the dough through the flour, folding it over itself.
"I knead the dough," she tells him.
"Oh come on," he groans. "You woke me up in the middle of the night because you want to make cinnamon rolls, but you aren't going to let me help?"
"You did help."
"With the flour," he reminds her.
"But you still helped," she smiles encouragingly. He just raises his eyebrows. She sighs, "Alright, come here."
Grant smiles and steps up behind Skye, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing his hands over hers on the dough. "I'm ready," he grins.
She smiles back, "Okay." She turns back to face the dough, "Now what you're going to do is gently push the dough with your palms like this, and then grab the end of it and pull it back towards you. Then you push with your palms and pull it back towards you. And as you knead it, you turn it in a circle, so you get each bit of the dough kneaded. Watch me," she tells him and then begins to move the dough through flour, folding it over itself many times. Then she stops and looks at him, "You think you can do that?"
"I can try," he says back, moving his hands to the dough. "Like this?" he asks, starting to awkwardly push and pull on the dough.
Skye shakes her head, "No. Watch me again," she swats his hands away and then continues to knead the dough, humming quietly as she does so.
Grant smiles at the sweet sound, thinking back to when they first met; she was humming while working at her computer, too lost in her own world to notice him talking to her at first.
A small chuckle from his causes Skye to stop kneading and look up at him.
"Why'd you laugh?" She asks him.
"No reason," he smiles. "You were humming," he then says, somewhat softly.
She nods her head, "Yeah, I know."
He smiles, "It's cute. I love it when you hum while you do things."
Heat rushes to her cheeks and she dips her head down. He reaches a hand up and gently grabs her chin, turning her face towards him. He leans down and lets his lips ghost over hers for just a minute. Then he leans down the rest of the way, their lips meeting in a gentle kiss. He lets his hand fall from her chin and loop around to the back of her neck, deepening the kiss. He drops his other hand to her hip, turning her around the rest of the way and using his body to hold her against the edge of the counter.
Skye moans into the kiss when Grant runs his tongue along her lips, begging for entrance. She happily grants it to him, bringing her hands up to tangle in his hair, pulling him down closer to her.
A minute later, Skye pulls her head out of the kiss, detaching their lips; Grant's lips follow after hers, searching for the connection again.
Skye shakes her head, bringing her mind back into focus, "Mm-mm. Not right now. Let me-let me finish kneading this and get them rising first."
"And then…?" he trails off.
She nods her head, "Yeah, just give me a minute." She kisses him quickly and then turns around back to the dough, beginning to knead it again.
Grant steps up behind her, placing his hands on her hips. He dips his head down and peppers a trail of kisses down her neck.
Skye moans quietly at the feeling of his lips on her skin, but quickly shakes him off. "Stop it," she reprimands with a small smile. "Don't you want cinnamon rolls?"
"Mmm," he hums against the softness of her skin. "I just want you."
"Well tough. And I told you, just give me another minute to finish kneading this." She turns her head around to look at him and whispers, "Then I'm all yours." Before he can kiss her, she turns her head back around, quickly finishing up the dough.
Once done, she picks up the dough and sets it inside a bowl she had already greased with Crisco. She covers the bowl with a clean dish towel, and lets it sit in the center of the counter.
"Are you done now?" Grant asks her.
She nods her head as she slides the bowl back on the counter, "Mm-hmm. Just need to give it about an hour and a half to rise."
"That's more than enough time," he says huskily into her ear, sending a shiver down her spine.
Before she can really react, he spins her around, lifts her up onto his waist, and connects their lips together.
Moving away from the counter, he carries her back down to their bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him.
"How much longer until the cinnamon rolls are done?" Grant asks from where he's leaning forward against the counter, his forearms sitting on top of the marble top.
Skye looks at the time on the microwave. "About two more minutes," she tells him, then turns back to the mixture in front of her.
"What is that again?" Grant asks, nodding to the bowl.
Skye sighs and looks at him, "It's the glaze for the tops of the cinnamon rolls."
Grant nods his head in understanding, "Okay. Can I help you?"
She shakes her head, "Sorry. This is more of a one person job." She looks at him and smiles, "But you are more than welcome to just watch me mix and smell the deliciousness that is the cooking of the cinnamon rolls."
"That is something I can definitely do," he smiles back. He leans towards the oven door and takes a deep breath, then lets it out, "Mm. Delicious."
Skye laughs, "You are such a dork."
"But I'm your dork," he smiles, leaning back towards her.
"Unfortunately," she sighs playfully.
"You know you love me," he grins at her.
"I suppose I do," she teases.
The timer on the microwave goes off, making Grant stands up straight and turn his head towards the oven. Then he looks back at Skye.
"Cinnamon rolls are done," he tells her, his mouth practically watering.
"I know," she chuckles, reaching for an oven mitt, "I heard the timer too. Now move please," she bumps him with her hip and pulls open the oven door. Reaching inside, she grips the edge of the tray with the mitt and pulls it out, shutting the oven door and turning off the heat. She sets the tray down on the counter and removes the oven mitt from her hand, setting it on the counter as well.
"Can we eat them now?" Grant asks eagerly.
Skye shakes her head, "Nope. We have to wait for them to cool off. Then we pour the glaze over top of them. Then we can eat them."
"But that's just more waiting," he tells her. "And I want to eat them now."
She shakes her head again, "You have to wait."
He sighs, "Fine. I have to use the bathroom anyways. So I guess I'll just eat one when I get back."
"Yes you will," she smiles, watching as he walks away to the bathroom.
"Alright, I'm back and I'm ready to eat a cinnamon roll. Please tell me they're ready to eat. Because they smell absolutely delicious and I can't wait to—what's going on?"
Skye smiles at him from where she sits on top of the counter, her legs hanging down and her ankles crossed. In her hands she's holding a small glass plate with a cinnamon roll sitting on top of it, the glaze dripping down the sides of the treat. A single lit candle is standing in the center of it.
"Happy Birthday," she smiles lovingly at him as he walks towards her.
He stops directly in front of her, placing his hands on her thighs, letting his fingers creep underneath of the hem of his shirt that she's wearing. He smiles, "What?"
"Happy Birthday," she repeats, bringing the plate up in front of his face. "It's 2:33 am, which makes it officially your birthday."
"How did you…?"
"I'm a Computer Science major and a hacker by nature, remember?"
"Oh, yeah." He's quiet for a minute as he looks around the kitchen at the mess waiting to be cleaned up. Then he looks back at Skye, "You did all this for my birthday?"
She bites her bottom lip between her teeth and nods her head, lowering the plate just a bit.
He leans forward and steals a kiss from her. When he pulls back, he smiles a tad bit bigger, "Thank you."
"So you're not mad?" She asks hesitantly.
He furrows his brows, "Why on earth would I be mad?"
"Because in all the years we've been friends, never once have I known you to actually want to celebrate your birthday. I guess I kind of figured you to be the kind of guy who would get mad at someone for trying to celebrate your birthday in any kind of way."
He sighs, "The reason I've never celebrated my birthday, is because as a kid, in my family, a birthday was just another day. We never did anything special. My parents were always too busy and the most we ever got out of our birthday was them telling us we were a year older. When I got older and out on my own, I just never really bothered to celebrate it. Never really had a reason to celebrate it either."
"And now?" Skye asks.
Grant smiles, "And now I have the greatest reason to celebrate my birthday."
"Which would be?"
"I have the most beautiful person in the entire world to celebrate it with."
Skye smiles at him. "Make a wish and blow out your candle."
"I would make a wish, but everything I've ever wanted is right in front of me," he leans forward for another kiss.
Skye leans forward as well, but pauses at the last second. "Stop being such a sap and blow out the candle," she tells him, holding the plate up in front of him again.
He sighs, "Alright." He closes his eyes for a moment and then opens them again, using his breath to extinguish the small flame in front of him. "Happy?" He asks, looking at his girlfriend.
She nods her head, "Very. Now here," she shoves the plate at him, "eat your birthday breakfast cinnamon roll."
He gratefully takes the plate from her, "Thank you."
"You're welcome," she leans forward and gives him a quick kiss. When she pulls away, she grabs herself a cinnamon roll and begins eating it.
"Hey Skye?"
"Hmm," she replies, pulling apart her cinnamon roll.
"Why cinnamon rolls?" He asks her. "Isn't a cupcake or an actual cake what you usually make for someone on their birthday?"
Skye shrugs, "Usually, yeah. But I wanted to do something a little different and less cliché. And honestly, you can never go wrong with cinnamon rolls."
"No you cannot," he smiles. "But do you really think we can eat all of those cinnamon rolls before they go stale and we have to throw them out?"
"I already thought of that," Skye smiles. "Take a bunch of them to work for the other guys. Tell them they're from me, as a sort of thank you for always taking such good care of my favorite guy."
"I'm sure they'll really appreciate it," he smiles. "And you'll probably become their instant favorite."
"Good," she smiles back, tearing off a piece of her cinnamon roll and popping it into her mouth.
"And Skye?"
"Yeah?"
"Thank you. For doing this for me. No one's ever done anything like this for me before. Especially not for my birthday."
She reaches out and places her hand on his cheek, "Well now you have someone who will." She leans forward to give him a chaste kiss. When she pulls back, she smiles, "Because you're a really great guy whose birth deserves to be celebrated, and I want you to always remember that."
"I will," he nods his head. "And does this mean that now I can expect cinnamon rolls for breakfast every year on my birthday?" he asks hopefully.
"Would you like that?" She asks him with a small smile.
He nods his head.
"Then yes, I'll make you cinnamon rolls for breakfast every year on your birthday."
He grins, "You're the best."
Skye smiles, "I know."
"One more thing," he says.
"Yes?"
"I want cinnamon rolls on my birthday; just don't wake me up at midnight to make them with you."
Skye laughs out loud and smiles down at him, "Deal."
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The one-shot for today's prompt will be up later today.
Until next time,
Jellybean96 out!
