title: Baking
pairing: Anzu x Yami Bakura
summary: Because biscuits always need some extra sugar
rating: M (as always)
notes: This is silly and ridiculious and sweet, not much else to be said.
standard disclaimer applies

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Anzu poured the wet mixture into the dry mixture. Taking the wooden spoon she began to mix it around and around, till it formed dough. Grinning to herself she poured grabbed a handful of it and began to shape it.

"What are you doing?" a dark voice drawled from the other side of the kitchen. Anzu turned her head, but didn't really look, already knowing who it was.

"Baking." She said simply. "Come help me."

"You know I don't help." He sneered.

Looking up she smiled, her hands covered in flour and sticky dough she went over to him, her arms went around his neck and she nuzzled against his shoulder. "Please help me" her voice lowered and she whispered in his ear, "I'll make it worth your while."

"Why should I wait? I married you for a reason you know..."

She pushed away from him, smiling devilishly, though her hands slid just a little, having no grip from the oils of cooking. "Oh, here I was thinking you did it because I was such good company." Leaning closer, she kissed the crook of his neck where her fingers had been, it tasted sweet but at the same time had the saltiness of his skin. Bakura growled and pulled her closer, causing her to giggle.

"You are a devil woman..." It was simply not fair that she could control him so easily.

"Then the devil issues you a command." She gently bit his ear lobe. "Help me bake..."

Bakura growled again. Anzu pulled away from him, sauntering to the bench top, throwing him wink over her shoulder. "Do we have an accord?" she grinned widely, her teeth flashing.

He said nothing, just grumbled, but nonetheless went over too her. "So what do I have to do?"

Anzu smiled, eating a bit of dough. "Tell me is it sweet enough?" she scrunched up a bit of dough and held it between her fingers for him. He took to from her, putting it in his mouth he shrugged.

"No, not quiet as sweet as I would like..."

Anzu frowned. "It has two cups of sugar in it. How sweet do you–" He cut her off with a kiss. It was simple at first, but he wanted more and Anzu was all to ready to give it to him. She put her arms around him, one hand going into his hair, the other coming around his shoulders. He pulled her tight against him. When they broke apart, they were crashed against the Fridge.

"That's how sweet I want it." Bakura purred into her ear.

A puzzled look came over Anzu's face. "Wait... I think I misheard you... Was it two extra cups of sugar or three?" They grinned at each other. Bakura's grin turned to a smirk. He leant and kissed the hollow of her neck, biting it slightly, enjoying how Anzu shivered.

"One." He said softly. Then a bit higher, just on her jaw. "Two." Then, moving higher again he kissed the corner of her mouth. Anzu shivered again, almost making him smile. Almost. "Three Cups." He caught her lips again, bringing a hungry moan out of her. For along while they stayed like that, all cooking forgotten.

When they both ran out of air, Anzu pulled away, her lips bruised but smiling.

"I think I can make it that sweet." She giggled, continuing to roll the dough. He put his hands around her waist, watching her work over her shoulder, occasionally getting bits of he dough from Anzu's fingers.

"I knew there was a reason I married you..."

"Well its obviously not for my company... well at least not of the normal sort." She could feel his smirk against her neck. "So, why, pray tell, did you marry me?"

"Because, your sexy, ever so compliant, with the right persuasion, of course." He chuckled, the deep sound reverberating from his chest to her back. "And you don't need to be told twice... you understand. And occasionally, ever so occasionally, you have good conversation."

"Thank-you," she said quietly, almost to the point where he didn't hear it.

"You're welcome."

"No, really, thank-you, that's the first time you have said something nice about me apart from my looks... and, ah, other things I can do." She giggled, but the look on her face was sincere. Bakura smiled, not his normal smirk, or grin of lust. But a honest grin. It made her feel warm inside.

Kissing him again, she continued working. Bakura grumbled.

"What is it now?"

"I want you to hurry up."

"Why?"

"I want to put your other talents to work." He smirked. Anzu laughed shaking her head.

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afterahardday