Take a Walk on the Mild Side
By Lightningstrxu
Jaune was humming a tune to himself as he checked over the supplies in the club's kitchen.
"Morning Jaune." A voice called off to the side. Jaune saw Miltia standing in the doorway carrying a plastic bag.
"Oh hey Mil, you're up early." Jaune smiled at her.
"Yeah." Mil nodded as she walked into the kitchen setting her bag on a nearby counter. "I kind of need your help with something."
"Oh?" Jaune cocked his head to the side intrigued. "What did you need?"
Miltia rummaged through her bag and placed a box of cake and icing mix as well a few other baking supplies.
"I had some of the boys pick up baking supplies." Mil smiled bowing slightly looking up at Jaune putting on her best cute face. "You said if we got cake mix we could bake a cake, so can we?"
Jaune looked at her and sighed.
"I guess I can't say no to that face." Jaune pointed to a nearby drawer. "Baking pans are on the bottom shelf in that drawer, and I'll grab the mixing supplies."
"Okay." Miltia twirled on her feet and walked over to the drawer and bent down and started looking through it. "What am I looking for exactly?"
Jaune grabbed the mixing whisk and measuring cup. He turned when he heard Miltia call.
"A baking pan it…" Jaune stopped as his eyes fell on Miltia's butt wiggling as she was bent over searching for the needed supplies. Jaune swallowed nervously; did she have to wear such tight pants?
"Jaune?" Mil looked over her shoulder just as Jaune turned his head away. She smirked when she saw him look away, a little flattered and glad to see that the aspiring huntsman was still ruled by hormones like any other young man. "Is something wrong you look red?"
"Nothing's wrong." Jaune stammered out. "A baking pan maybe about a foot long and a few inches deep."
"Okay." She went back to searching for the baking pan. She thought about wiggling her butt a little more to mess with Jaune, but that would have been obvious, and more like something Melanie would do.
"Is this it?" Miltia held up a small metal pan.
"Yes that's it, bring it over here." Jaune motioned to the space he had cleared on the counter.
Miltia stood and set the pan down on the counter.
"So what first?"
"We'll start measuring out the ingredients." Jaune set out a few bowls and cups.
"Okay." Miltia walked over and glanced at the back of the box reading the instructions. She picked up a small baggie of mix and tore it open she poured it into a nearby bowl. Picking up a spoon she began spooning the mix into a mixing cup.
"Uh, Mil that's a lot more than you need." Jaune said glancing over. His ingredients were already perfectly divided and separated.
"What do you mean?" Mil looked at the box of instructions again. "It says four spoonful's of the mix."
"Four teaspoons, you're using a tablespoon, the cake will come out a brick if we use that much." Jaune fished through a drawer and pulled out the correct spoon and handed it to her."
"Oh sorry." Miltia said with a sigh as she took the spoon and redistributed the correct amount. She went through the instructions again and much more carefully this time. After a few minutes, she had her ingredients properly separated and distributed. "Now what?"
"Well, now we combine and mix them." Jaune said bringing his half of the ingredients over. Jaune took his time combining the ingredients while Miltia watched. "Alright, can you mix the ingredients while I prepare the oven?"
"Of course." Miltia went over to the bowl and grabbed the mixing whisk and started stirring while humming happily. Despite having no idea what she was doing this was rather fun.
:"You'll be mixing for hours if you keep doing it like that." Jaune walked up behind her wrapping his arms around hers. "Try it like this." He guided her hands showing the correct motions to make.
Miltia beamed as she leaned back against Jaune. Cooking was enjoyable indeed.
"Do you think you can show me one more time?" Miltia asked feigning ignorance.
"Sure." Jaune nodded as he showed her the motion again.
Miltia bit her lip trying to keep her heartbeat under control; she could feel his breath on her neck. Thankfully or perhaps regretfully he backed away from her as he went back to check the oven.
"That should be enough mixing." Jaune instructed. "Now pour it slowly into the pan."
"Alright." Miltia leaned over the pan and poured the batter into the pan, taking care not to spill it. She licked her lips, it was just batter, but it already smelled appetizing. "So now what?"
"Well, now you bake it." Jaune walked over and took the pan from her and placed it in the oven.
"So how long do we have to wait till it's done?" Miltia asked peering at the oven expectantly.
"About three hours."
"Oh…" Miltia looked down at the ground. "It takes that long?" Miltia pouted. "I thought it was an instant mix."
"It was if we wanted to make a cake from scratch that would be an all-day affair." Jaune said as he cleaned up some of the supplies. "Not that I'd be opposed to spending all day with you."
"Oh, I wouldn't mind that either." Miltia smiled, and ran a hand through her hair. "Maybe it wouldn't have to be baking a cake either."
"Oh, what would you want to make?" Jaune asked not taking the hint.
"Oh um cookies I guess." Mil sighed maybe she should try a more obvious tactic. "So what do we do now?"
"Well, I have to clean up the kitchen still and run through the supplies to make sure we have enough for tonight."
"Oh, I see…" She glanced around the room. "Do you mind if I keep you company?"
"If you want to." Jaune shrugged. "I'm sure you have better things to do with your day."
"Nope, not really." Miltia shook her head.
"Okay then." Jaune went over to a nearby supply closet, and searching through it. He bent down to look through something on the bottom shelf.
Miltia took a moment to glance at his butt which was looking quite nice in his jeans. Turnabout is fair play after all.
"So why did you want to make a cake?" Jaune asked as he stood up, snapping Miltia out of her musings.
"Oh um." Mil looked around nervously. She totally hadn't been staring. "Tomorrow it Melanie's birthday, and I wanted to make a cake for her."
"Oh well, that nice of you…Wait?" Jaune paused a moment as Miltia's words finally registered. "Wouldn't that mean it's your birthday too?"
"Hmm, nope mines the day after." Miltia giggled when she saw the look of confusion on Jaune's face. "Mel was born tomorrow at two minutes before midnight. I was born two minutes after midnight. So my birthday is the next day."
"Oh well, I better get her something." Jaune pondered a moment. "I have to get you something too. Is there anything you want from me?"
Miltia had to keep her imagination from going wild. Jaune did not realize just how loaded that question was.
"You don't have to get me anything, but maybe a nice steak dinner; it's my favorite meal."
"Oh so do you want me to take you out for dinner then?"
Miltia could feel her cheeks heating up; he wanted to take her on a date. No, she wanted something much more personal.
"While that sounds great, and maybe we could do it some other time." Miltia shuffled her feet feeling awkward that she could be so nervous. "I'd rather you cook me one if you can, it's a little more…personal don't you think. Besides I love your cooking."
"Oh thank you." Jaune blushed at the compliment. "I love cooking for you. I'll see what I can do to make you the best birthday dinner ever."
Miltia couldn't help but beam; seeing the look of happiness on his face. It had nothing to do with him cooking her favorite meal for here; nope not at all.
They chatted a little longer while Jaune finished up his chores for the day, Miltia helping him where she could. She never realized how much Jaune did to keep the club and kitchen running. She would need to have a chat with Hei about giving him a raise if possible.
A buzzer sounded, and Jaune ran over to the oven. Pulling on an oven mitt, he removed the cake pan from the oven and placed it on the counter to cool.
"Well, the cake is done." Jaune said as he hung the gloves back up by the oven. "Once it cools we can add the icing."
"That's my favorite part." Miltia eyed the tubes of frosting the men had picked up and licked her lips, chocolate was something of a weakness.
When the cake had sufficiently cooled, Jaune grabbed one of the tubes of frosting.
"Need a hand with that?" Miltia asked hopefully.
"No way." Jaune shook his head. "If I hand this to you, you'll eat it all, and there won't be any left for the cake."
"Hey!" Miltia pouted. "Are you saying I'm fat?"
Jaune shook his head and held up his arms defensively.
"No, you're beautiful." Jaune stammered out not noticing the way Miltia's eyes widened or the slight smile that formed on her face. "I just know how much you like chocolate, and I want to make sure Mel gets some too."
"Fine." Miltia huffed crossing her arms over her chest. She'd just have to wait to have a taste later when he went to bed.
Miltia wandered over to Jaune and looked over his shoulder as she watched him spread the icing over the cake, her mouthwatering as the scent of chocolate reached her nose.
Jaune finished up there and stood up and looked at her.
"There's about a spoonful left." Jaune said as he held up the nearly empty tube of frosting. "Well, this was always my favorite part."
Miltia watched in horror as Jaune brought the tube to his lips and devoured the last of the chocolaty goodness that lay within.
"Why didn't you let me have it?" Miltia asked slightly annoyed.
"Well, I did all the work applying it." Jaune smirked. "That and your face was priceless."
"I'm still having a taste of that icing Jaune." Miltia's eyes narrowed as she walked closer to him.
"How? I already…" Jaune was cut off as Miltia grabbed onto his shoulders and pressed her lips to his.
Jaune froze the tube of frosting falling from his hands. A girl was kissing him; Miltia was kissing him, and was that her tongue?
Jaune felt weak at the knees as the initial moment of shock passed, and he could feel the older girl's lips against his; her eyes shut with a blissful look on her face. Slowly his eyes closed and he pushed back into her his arms wrapping around her waist.
After a few more moments they parted due to the damnable process known as breathing.
Jaune looked down at Miltia. A wide grin graced her features.
"That was delicious chocolate." Miltia giggled.
"Yeah…it was." Jaune said slowly, his brain still trying to catch up to the current situation.
"So was that your first kiss?"
Jaune slowly nodded.
"Well, I'm glad you gave me your first kiss." Miltia smiled as she brought her hand up to his cheek. "I couldn't have asked for a better birthday present."
"Uh huh." Jaune nodded again, His mind still foggy.
"Well, I think I'm going to go take a shower." She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for helping me with the cake, and I like my steak medium rare."
Miltia smiled before sauntering out of the kitchen humming happily, putting a little extra wiggle in her hips.
Jaune stood there and watched her go, after several minutes he finally snapped out of his stupor. He brought his hand up to his lips and smiled.
He may not be at Beacon, but maybe his stay here wouldn't be so bad after all.
A little extra story based off of Maullobaude's "Take a Walk on the Wild Side."
One more chapter for Melanie next. As always read and review and go read Wild Side.