Sorry. This might be slightly ooc since I haven't played TOT or AP. So,this one is a tad bit shorter and less smutty than the others since I have to do some research for some of the request, but the games still confuses me ;x

She would pass his stupid taste test this time. She made sure.

Molly groaned. The tiny, cramp space she had managed to get herself into was unbearable, yet this had to be done someway or another. She resisted the urge to sneeze as the sugary sweet smell of the cake clouded her senses.

She silently and anxiously awaited the moment he would enter the kitchen, yet the thought of waiting was unbearable, and she twitched nervously in her confinement.

Then, she heard the soft, subtle footsteps of the man she has been waiting for. Without a second to spare, Molly popped out of her prison. The simple action definitely surprised Chase, who watched in near shock as chunks of cake were sent flying across the kitchen and splattered across the walls. Then, there in the middle of it all was Molly.

She wore nothing but her own lacy, somewhat see-through red lingerie and the scraps of dessert that managed to attach to her body along with a dorky grin that could rival even the most happiest of children.

"Surprise!' she yelled excitedly.

Chase scowled at the mess she had caused. His eyes landing first on the walls covered in icing and baked batter and then to the dishes and left over ingredients.

He sighed, "What are you doing, Molly?"

The girl's grin dropped to a slight disappointed pout, "Well, you said my cooking needed a twist, so how's this for a twist?" she asked, pointing to the rest of her body that was still submerged part way into the cake.

"By twist I meant taste, not…" he walked up closer to the monstrosity that Molly called herself making, "become a stripper," he stated bluntly. Molly simply rolled her eyes as he stuck a finger into her dish, sampling it.

"So… good, right?" Molly asked.

Chase thought for a moment, savoring the taste of her cake before his eyes swiftly made contact with her own. He smirked, "It could use more chocolate." He reached for the spatula of chocolate that rested on the kitchen counter.

Molly stared at him in confusion. What in the world was he doing now? Her body stiffened as she felt the cool texture of the chocolate against her body. More specifically, right between her breasts.

"Uh… Chase?" She blushed. She shivered as his tongue came in contact with her chest, greedily kissing the chocolate that ran down her skin. His hands clasped tightly on her hips, drawing her body closer to him as he groaned against her flesh, leaving small marks in his wake as he nibbled on the top of her chest.

Suddenly, her body grew hotter when his hands traveled back to squeeze her rear, and a soft moan left her mouth.

Chase pulled away, staring at her flushed expression. He grinned, pulling another ingredient his way, "It needs more whip too," he said, smearing the cream on her bare stomach, causing her to moan and shut her eyes tightly as his bruising lips traveled further and further down her body.

Did this mean she passed?