Author's note: This opening line has been in a "WRITE ME" doc for a very, very long time so I'm glad it's here now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns the canon, world, and characters portrayed below and you can tell I'm not J.K. Rowling because #transrights
Warnings: Innuendo; not quite a fade to black but in that lemony sphere
A Taste of Frosting
Oh, this was good. This was so, so good. So good, in fact, that she had to pause in the kitchen doorway with her boots still on her feet and her keys still in her hands.
It wasn't just that the house smelled delicious–though it absolutely did. It was that her husband was standing in the kitchen, poking a toothpick into a cake that must have just come out of the oven with no shirt under the apron that he was wearing, the baby strapped to his back in the navy blue sling he always had Teddy in.
"You're home early!" he said, flustered when he saw her. Her whole house smelled like vanilla and icing sugar, and Remus's jeans were low on his hips. His wedding ring was hanging on a chain around his neck, where he always strung it for safekeeping when he was cooking, resting on his chest not too far from his heart.
"Jones let me go early, on account of it being my birthday and all…" she said, cracking a smile.
"I'm well aware that it's your birthday," Remus said. "I… Well, I had been hoping that your cake would be finished so you would come home to a nice surprise..."
"Oh, I came home to a nice surprise, don't you worry about me…" she said as she crossed the kitchen and slipped Teddy out of the baby sling, kissing his cheeks until he giggled and smiling at the sound. Remus kissed her and his lips tasted like the chocolate frosting he must have made.
Merlin, who would have thought that domesticity would have this effect on her?
"Has Teddy had his afternoon nap yet?" she asked casually.
"No," he said.
"And that cake needs to cool off before you can frost it, yet?"
"Correct," Remus said.
She chewed her lip.
"If I put him down, do you think I could get another surprise while we wait?" she asked innocently.
Remus raised an eyebrow and the corner of his lip twitched up, like it had a million times at Order meetings as she'd fallen for him and learned what made him laugh.
"Out of curiosity–out of all of this, what's doing it for you?"
"There's flour in your hair," she added, biting her lip.
Remus laughed at that and kissed her again.
"Yes, I do think we can arrange that," he said.
"Bring the frosting," she said–which only made him laugh harder.
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