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Cake

"Hey Ells," I greeted when I heard the door slam behind me. "How was work?"

"It sucked. Did you get dinner?"

I turned sharply to face her. Ella had her days, but she was practically never in a bad mood. At least not one that she let me see. "Yeah, Chinese is on the table."

Her precious work bag harshly hit the floor as I followed her into the kitchen and watched her start gathering what she wanted out of the open containers. "Did you have a bad day?" I asked gently.

She shrugged and started eating silently.

I sighed and sat next to her at the table. "Ella?"

"I don't feel like talking, Nate," she snapped. Ella had never snapped at me before that I could remember.

Surprised hurt flickered across my face for a moment and I recoiled. "Okay. I'll be in our room when you do."

I started to leave, only pausing in the doorway to remind her to put away the leftovers. After changing I sat in our bed, watching TV for over an hour before she finally stormed in.

When she didn't say anything I started hovering behind her as she changed and started pulling things out for her to wear tomorrow. "Ella?"

"What?"

"What happened?"

She turned to glare at me and I raised my hands in surrender. It irritated me she was upset and wouldn't tell me why.

After a moment she turned back to her closet and jostled things around looking for something.

"Did…someone mess something up? Did I mess something up? Did…" I hesitated asking my next question, knowing it could very well upset her even more. "Did…your Dad call?" Her father had left when she was small, but occasionally he tried to contact her and it usually really upset her.

She froze before turning sharply to face me. "No he did not, Nathaniel."

I sighed once again. "Ella, what's wrong?"

I bit my lip harshly, considering my last question. It could really piss her off if I was wrong, or even if I was right. But she was silent and angry and I really didn't know what else to do.

"Is it…that time…of the month?"

She tensed and faced me with a heavy glare. Her mouth opened like she was going to say something, presumably get angrier with me, but instead she let out a sigh and dropped her eyes to the sweater she was holding. "Maybe," she admitted quietly. I thought I saw a small blush on her cheeks.

She sighed and refused to look up at me. "My new assistant ripped three dresses trying to fit them, I spilled all of my coffee this morning before I got to drink any of it, I was overbooked and stressed and I just didn't feel good today. Plus," she paused to pick up the skirt she had changed out of, "I got a stain on this."

I smiled softly and finally took the step necessary to reach her. "We have some chocolate cake in the freezer. Do you want me to get you some?"

She was quiet.

"I could heat it up. We have some whip cream, too." I laid my hand on her arm softly. "El?"

She finally looked up at me with a small apologetic smile. "Yes, that would be great, Nate, thank you."

I grinned and leaned forward to kiss her cheek. "Of course baby."

A few minutes later I came back into our room bearing a large piece of chocolate cake drowned in whip cream and a fork. Ella smiled when I entered and pulled back the covers to let me sit next to her in bed.

"You're going to eat it in bed? Scandalous, Ells."

She giggled and started eating. "I don't want to go in the kitchen. Forgive me if I make a mess, dear."

I stole a finger swipe of thick icing and whip cream and stuck it in my mouth. "Forgiven," I mumbled.

She gasped and swatted my hand away when I went back for more. "No! This is my cake!"

She playfully glared at me and I glared back, catching her eye for long enough to steal the cake from her hands.

"Na-ate!" she whined loudly. "Give it back!"

"Are you sure you're twenty-three and not eight, Eleanor?" I teased, stopping her lunge for me with one hand and holding the cake out of her reach with the other.

She pouted at me and I laughed loudly. My lover was too cute for her own good. I took a forkful and held it up to her mouth. "Here." After a moment more of glaring at it she darted forward and slowly slid her lips over the fork.

While I was distracted watching her with a gulp, she somehow stole the cake back from me. She took a forkful and held it up to me, likewise. Taunting me with the gooey chocolate that was practically falling off the fork. As soon as I gave in and took the bite, however, she bolted forward and kissed me.

She giggled into the kiss as icing swirled between our mouths, and she laughed even more when she pulled away to find chocolate all over my face.

I pushed her back onto the bed and hovered over her. "That's some good cake," I whispered to her, kissing down her jaw and neck just to make her as chocolately as I was.

When I finally pulled back enough to see her, she nodded and forcefully stuck another forkful in my mouth. "Isn't it?"

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