A/N: Bahahaha, I had a lovely time thinking of this one. Came out differently than what I had in mind but I'll think about a rewrite next time.

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The scent of sweet bakery dough filled the air of the apartment. Soul sniffed it carefully and wet his lips with hunger. He tip-toed into the kitchen and when he arrived he saw his meister pouring the batter into a circular pan. She stuck it into the kitchen oven, turned the dial on her timer and sat on a chair. She pulled out a book and began reading while waiting for it to bake.

Curious at what the commotion was about; Soul took a seat on across her on the table and stared blankly at her. She didn't even bother to look up. Soul looked around the table to see pieces of egg shells, sugar, cream, milk and splatters of cake mix covering parts of it. So, finally letting his curiosity get the best of him he spoke.

"Okay... what are you doing?"

Maka looked up from her book. He could see that her cheeks had been smeared with wet sugar and cake mix. A smile was etched into her face and she went back to her book.

"Baking a cake," she replied and turned a page.

Soul raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

Maka placed a finger to her lips and winked at him. "Just cuz I felt like it."

Soul pouted at her. "Do you... need any help?"

"Nah, I got things done here," Maka replied and rubbed her cheek with the back of her hand. "You can help clean up after I finish it."

Soul shrugged and stepped into the living room to watch some TV.

Twenty minutes later, the timer sounded and the baking was done. Maka slipped her hands into a pair of oven mittens and took the pan out. She let it sit for another ten minutes to allow cooling before she took the soft interior out. And that's when things got really messy.

She spread white icing all over the cake, then moved to squeezing red icing into tear drop shapes at the edge. Satisfied at how it looked, she began working on an outline of a soul of sky blue icing. Happy at how it turned out, she washed out her sticky hands in the sink.

"Hey, Soul! It's done!"

Soul looked up from the couch and saw that the cake had been indeed done. He whistled at the handy-craftiness his meister possessed and walked into the kitchen. Maka picked up the cake into her hands to give him a closer look.

"Nice. So, really, what is this cake for?" He questioned and stole one of the red tear drops with his finger and licked it off.

Maka pulled the cake away and puckered her face at him. "It's for our 3 month anniversary since we met," she replied and placed it back in front of her, a smile replacing her scowl.

"Aren't anniversaries for, like, ya' know, couples and married people?" Soul snickered.

"Shh, this is still a special occasion!" Maka pouted. Soul laughed at how cute she had gotten.

"Well okay then, let's have some cake then," he said. Maka sighed and turned around to grab a plate. Little did she know, a glob of cake mix was in her way. It all happened like it was in slow motion: Maka slipped on the glob and felt herself suddenly sliding forward. She also accidentally threw the cake up on instinct with her slip. Soul's eyes followed the cake when it flew into the air.

Maka fell flat on her back, and cursed at the pain. She propped herself up with her elbows and rubbed the back of her head that had came into contact with the floor. And if things weren't bad enough, the cake that was once in the air began to make it's way back down. Soul's eyes watched the cake dropped back down to earth and splat, it made a landing on Maka's head.

Awkward silence filled the room until Soul fell over laughing his ass off. "Bahaha, wow that was so UNCOOL, Maka! HAHAHAHHAHA!"

His meister wiped the icing out of her eyes and scowled at him. "Not funny," she growled and continued getting the cake off of her face while her partner laughed himself silly. "Soul! Shut up and help me clean this up!"

Soul gave it another minute to laugh it out and wiped the tears out of his eyes. "Alright, alright, I'm sorry. But you have to admit that was pretty funny."

Maka exhaled a stressed sigh. "No it's not! I spent all day baking this cake for this special occasion! Now it's ruined..."

Soul looked down at his meister with pity and later bent down. Maka was too busy rubbing the icing, and some unwanted tears, off to notice that Soul was now next to her. She felt something on her cheek and figured that Soul helping her wipe off the cream. But whatever he was using on her somehow felt too smooth against her skin. And wet.

Maka jerked her head to face him and realized that Soul had caught some icing with his tongue. He tasted the contents in his mouth and grinned at her. "Hey, you don't make that bad of a cake."

Maka's face reddened ten folds when he leaned back to lick some more icing off her cheek.

"H-hey!" She stuttered and got up from the floor. "That's sexual harassment!"

Soul smirked at her. "It's not sexual harassment if you don't complain about it the first time," he said coolly.

Maka reddened twenty times more and rubbed her cheek vigorously with her hand, smudging a new layer of icing over the clean spot. "I-I'm gonna go take a shower! You clean up the other stuff," she blurted and rushed to her bathroom.

"Yo, Maka."

Maka turned around to face her weapon partner. He was licking some icing off his finger. "When you're done with your shower let's make another cake. It tastes pretty good."

Maka then blushed from embarrassment and nodded. "Okay. But clean the floor first. I don't want the second one to be on my head this time." With that said she continued her way into the bathroom.

Soul's eyes followed his meister until she closed the bathroom door and chuckled quietly to himself. "Some how, the stuff tastes sweeter when it's on Maka."

He chuckled again and licked a smudge of icing off his lip.

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A/N: Mmm cake. -wink- I hope you liked it, and review and all that jazz~