Holding one another on the living room floor, MC was the first to break the momentary silence between them. "If you still want to go home, I understa-"
"No!" Natsuki yelled, her voice muffled by MC's chest as she tightened her grip around his body. "I wanna... I want to stay with you."
Touched by her response, MC began to tenderly brush her hair. "That's perfectly fine by me." He whispered.
Leaning into him, Natsuki could hear MC's heartbeat. The rhythm made her relax, and she began to feel herself become less and less tense with each passing moment.
As he held locks of Natsuki's pink hair in his left hand, MC spotted her hair accessories on the floor. Moving his hand off of the back of her head, MC scooped them up. "Here."
"Hmm?" Natsuki distractingly responded, most of her attention dedicated to listening to the sound of his chest.
"Your hair ribbons." MC replied, causing Natsuki to look up from his pectoral muscles and towards his hand.
"Oh... right..." Natsuki muttered out. Reluctantly releasing her arms from around MC, she accepted her ribbons.
While she began to fix her hair and interweave the bright red accessories back into their proper place, MC stood back up.
Natsuki felt herself completely dwarfed by the size of him. Standing side by side, the top of her head didn't even reach his shoulder. But when she was sitting on the ground, he seemed like a titan.
Bending over slightly, MC offered his hand to Natsuki. "Here, let me help you up."
Natsuki hated it when others took pity on her, but there was just something about MC that was different when he was being helpful.
"You're a really genuine guy, you know that?" Natsuki asked as she accepted his outstretched hand.
"What do you mean?" MC questioned, lifting her up to her feet easily.
"Don't worry about it!" She shot out. "Let's just start baking, it's almost eleven o'clock already!"
...
"Alright, so first things first." Natsuki began after they entered the kitchen and put her apron on. "I'll need you to scoop out two cups of flour onto the counter."
"Got it." MC acknowledged, placing his apron over his head and holding the back ties out for Natsuki to secure for him again.
Looking a bit flustered, Natsuki grit her teeth. "Fine, I'll tie your stupid apron again."
Quickly fastening the strings of the apron to his back, Natsuki stepped back with a huff. "But that's the last time, I mean it!"
"Whatever you say." MC responded with a somewhat smug smile.
Before Natsuki could say something about his smug grin, he went over to the counter in the corner of the kitchen between the sink and the oven.
Picking up the already opened bag of flour, MC placed the requisite amount of the contents out on the kitchen countertop. MC then looked over to Natsuki and awaited further instructions.
Walking over to stand next to him, Natsuki lifted up his hand and poured some salt into his palm. "Here, this'll need a few pinches of salt." She said as she placed her fingers into the center of his hand
Glancing up at MC, Natsuki saw that he was smiling down at her, causing her cheeks to adopt rosy tint.
Clearing her throat, Natsuki walked over to the refrigerator and opened the freezer. "A-Anyway, make a little trench in the center of the flour, MC."
Taking a tray of ice cubes out of the freezer, Natsuki walked back over towards MC to get to the sink. "Can you get me a large measuring cup?"
Nodding at her request, MC walked to the other side of the kitchen and opened one of the bottom cabinets. Retrieving a large, glass measuring cup. "Is this big enough?"
"That's perfect." Natsuki responded, twisting the ice cube tray to loosen its contents for easy removal.
After walking back over to her. MC placed the measuring cup down next to her on the counter.
"Thanks." She said, dumping all of the ice cubes into the glass cup. Natsuki then trotted over to the sink and turned the faucet on, letting the water get nice and cool before filling the measuring container up until there was about a single cup of water in it.
Going over to where MC had made a nice trench of flour, Natsuki began pouring a little of the ice water into the center of it.
Sidling up next to her, MC watched as Natsuki placed her fingers into the wet flour and shifted it around a bit before pouring a little more water into it and beginning the process over again.
"Is this how you make dough?" MC asked.
"Yup!" Natsuki replied, pouring the remainder of the water into the flour as a shaggy material began to form. "Can you grab me a plate?"
Kneading the now formed dough into a square, Natsuki lifted it up and placed it onto the plate that MC held out for her.
Heading over to the refrigerator, MC followed Natsuki and opened the door for her.
Putting the dough into the fridge, Natsuki smiled up at MC. "Oh, My. Such a gentleman~" She teased, picking up two sticks of butter after setting down the plate.
MC smiled widely at her comment as he closed the door. "Thank you, Natsuki."
Ignoring the fact that he either didn't get that she was teasing him, or was just too nice to respond to it, Natsuki took a knife out of the rack, along with the cutting board next to it.
Natsuki began cutting the sticks of butter into squares. "I hope you have a rolling pin." She said while bringing the butter squares over to where the two of them had made the dough.
Turning around, Natsuki saw that MC was holding out a long and thick wooden rod towards her.
"There we go!" Natsuki gleefully expressed as she accepted the rolling pin from MC.
Spinning around on her heel to face the counter, Natsuki placed her hand into the bag of open flour next to her. Sprinkling some onto the butter itself, and then taking her flour covered palm and rubbing down the rolling pin with it.
"Alright, muscles." Natsuki said, handing the rolling pin to MC. "This is where you come in."
Natsuki pointed towards the flour covered cubes of butter. "I need you to beat the crap outta this!"
Lifting both of his arms into the air, MC flexed powerfully, the short sleeves of his shirt nearly tearing under his strength. "You can count on me!"
In awe of his muscular arms, Natsuki caught herself staring before she cleared her throat and walked over to the refrigerator. "I'll start on the custard. You just get that butter nice and flat for me, okay?"
Holding his arm out with a thumbs up, MC began applying pressure to the butter with the floured rolling pin.
Taking another small knob of butter from the fridge, a container of milk, as well as four eggs, Natsuki placed her bounty on the kitchen counter before she remembered something. "Oh, yeah! Be sure to put more flour on the rolling pin every... couple of... wacks..."
Natsuki trailed off as she looked over to MC, his well defined back muscles moving underneath his shirt as he effortlessly turned the solid butter into thin sheets. Rubbing her hand where she had felt his body while tying his apron onto him for the first time, she had a desire to feel his body again.
"Don't worry, Natsuki." MC said, breaking her out of her stupor. "I kinda just assumed that, but thanks for telling me."
Looking at his thinly rolled out butter, MC gazed over to Natsuki. "What should I do with this next?"
"Um..." Impressed by MC's strength, it took Natsuki a moment to remember the recipe. "...Oh, yeah!" She called out as it came back to her. "You need to get the dough from the fridge, roll it out to about thirty centimeters (twelve inches), place the butter in the center, and then..."
She paused as she counted the steps on her fingers. "And then pinch the edges of the dough around the butter, flatten it out with the rolling pin, and then fold it into thirds a few times after each roll out."
Standing there silently, MC listened to every word she said. "Wow... You weren't kidding when you said this was advanced."
"Well..." Natsuki looked off to the side. "It's too late to back out now! And I hope you got all that, because I'm not gonna repeat myself!"
"Don't worry, Natsuki." MC replied, tapping the side of his head. "My memory is like a steel trap."
Going over to the refrigerator and retrieving the dough Natsuki had made, MC began his task.
...
Rummaging through the shopping bags that they had moved to the kitchen table, Natsuki retrieved a container of cornstarch and a small bottle of vanilla paste.
Placing her ingredients next to the oven, she went over to the spot on the counter that MC had placed all of the cookware on and grabbed a large saucepan to begin making the custard.
Quickly separating four egg yolks from their whites into a green bowl to her side, Natsuki added a half a cup of cornstarch to the yolks and began whisking it together until a yellow ribbony mixture formed.
Placing the bowl off to the side, Natsuki then poured two cups of milk into the saucepan, followed by a half a cup of sugar and ten milliliters (two teaspoons) of vanilla paste.
Whisking the mixture together, she turned the oven on until the milk was just barely simmering. While it was still hot, she began pouring the hot liquid onto the ribbony egg yolks very slowly, half a cup at a time.
Focused on her baking, Natsuki failed to notice that MC was standing beside her, causing her to jump slightly with an audible yelp.
"Ah!" MC brought his hands out in concern. "I'm sorry, Natsuki. I didn't mean to scare you."
"W-Well you did!" Natsuki looked over to where he had been rolling the puff pastry out. "Where did you..."
"I put it in the refrigerator." He answered while gesturing behind his back with his thumb. "I wondered if you needed any help, so I came on over."
Pouring the remainder of the custard ingredients pack into the saucepan with a loud, "Hmph." Natsuki picked up her whisk, dropped the knob of butter into the pan, and began stirring the soon to be custard together. "I'm fine, MC."
Seeing all the ingredients that were in the bag reminded Natsuki of something. "Hey..." She looked over to MC who had taken off his apron and laid it over a chair at the kitchen table. "I know you said you got all that stuff so we could bake all sorts of things together, but..." She paused for a moment to look back at her forming custard. "But why? I know that the cupcakes are gonna be for the club, but what are we going to do with everything that we make today?
"I'm glad you asked." MC began as he leaned against the counter next to Natsuki. "But let me ask you this first. Do you have any plans for the festival after we read our poems?"
"No... Not, really..." Natsuki despondently said, a bit disappointed that all she really thought about doing was going around and eating at all the food stalls, with what little money she had saved that Papa had dropped into the couch. "Why...?"
"Well..." MC said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought that maybe... Since you love baking so much we could sell your pastries at the festival together. It would be a chance to show everyone at school what a pro baker you are." Clearing his throat briefly, MC continued. "I reserved us a spot and everything." He excitedly said. "Just incase you were interested."
Natsuki had stopped stirring the custard about halfway through what he was saying, she only managed to stare back at him.
"I mean, you don't have to decide today." MC clarified. "I know it's sudden and you probably have other plans. Plus, you still have to decide if you even want to stay for dinner."
MC's attention was diverted by the hot pan of custard. "Careful, Natsuki. It's gonna burn!" He said, stepping behind her and taking her small, delicate hand in his strong, rugged palm. Stirring the mixture to keep it from being ruined.
"You... really like spending time with me that much?" She asked, savoring the feeling of their hands together.
"Of course, Natsuki." MC immediately answered. "Spending time with you at club has been the highlight of my entire year so far. If you'd like, I'd love to spend more time together."
Unable to see her face, MC was unaware of just how wide Natsuki's smile was.
"Hey, MC. I've got the custard, you can stop stirring now." Natsuki said.
"Oh, sure." MC complied, releasing her hand.
Natsuki proceeded to turn the oven burner off and remove the whisk from the custard. Sliding her finger against the top of the whisk, she tasted her creation. Happy with how it had come out, she then poured it into the waiting metal bowl next to the stove top.
"Can you get me some plastic wrap, MC? Please?" She requested.
"With pleasure." He responded, sliding the cabinet next to them open and ripping off a piece for her. "Here you go."
"Thank you." She replied, still not facing him.
"Are you alright, Natsuki?" MC asked, concern clear in the tone of his voice. "You know you can tell me anything, right?"
"I'm fine, MC." She answered as she covered the bowl in plastic wrap, pressing it down to the surface of the custard to keep the top of it from developing a skin. "I was just thinking about something I wanted to do."
Before MC had a chance to ask her what it was that she wanted to do, she held her apron strings out towards him. "Can you untie me, MC?"
"Oh... Okay." MC nodded, doing just as she asked and then placing her apron onto the same chair as his was laying upon.
After savoring the feeling of his fingers against her back, Natsuki went over and placed the custard into the refrigerator. She then walked back over to MC and looked up into his auburn eyes.
She had an expression on her face that MC couldn't exactly recognize. "Geez, MC. You've got custard on your face." Natsuki giggled as she pointed at him.
"Huh?" He muttered out as he began to feel his face. "How'd that happen? Did I get it?"
"Not even close." She responded. "Here, lean down and I'll get it."
Doing as she asked, MC leaned down. "Just a little bit closer." Natsuki breathed out.
As he lowered himself a little further, Natsuki stood up on the tips of her toes as she reached out to hold MC's face with both of her hands.
Feeling her small, smooth hands against his cheeks, MC stared into Natsuki's eyes. "Did you ge-"
His question was interrupted as Natsuki pressed her lips to his.
MC was so surprised he was unable to move, the feeling of Natsuki's soft lips on his own, combined with the flavor of the custard on her mouth, sent a warm feeling throughout his entire body.
Breaking from the kiss, MC stood back up straight, while Natsuki just looked up at him with an embarrassed expression.
Wringing her hands together nervously, Natsuki found herself unable to mutter out a response after stealing a kiss. Just grabbing ahold of MC's hands as if to keep him from running away from her if she had done something wrong.
Brushing his fingers against his lips, as if feeling if they were still there after their kiss. MC cleared his throat. "So... um..." He paused as a large grin broke out across his face. "Have you decided if you'd like to stay for dinner?"
Natsuki looked down briefly towards MC's large hand that eclipsed her own. Feeling a grin tug at her lips as she looked back up into his auburn eyes, she smiled wider than she had in years. "I'd love to."
...
Gazing into each other's eyes, MC bent back down towards Natsuki.
Standing as as tall as she could, Natsuki closed her eyes and puckered her lips to eagerly accept the kiss.
Natsuki felt her heart skip a beat as their mouths made contact for the second time. Giving into her desire to feel his body, Natsuki began to run her fingers all over his muscle bound chest and stomach.
MC slid his hands past Natsuki's shoulders, running his fingers down her spine and over the small of her back. Moving his hands over the frills of Natsuki's skirt, MC's palms momentarily cupped Natsuki's behind. She let out a moan as she felt his strong hands on her backside, but before she could reciprocate by grabbing his muscular ass, MC continued to move his hands further down her body.
His continued downward path confused Natsuki, what could MC possibly be interested in even lower down on her body. Natsuki received her answer as MC finally rested his hands below the back of her knees, and before Natsuki had a chance to ask him what he was doing, MC easily picked her up without an ounce of effort.
Shifting his palms from her knees to her thighs, MC held Natsuki at eye level as he turned around and walked over to the kitchen table, setting her down gently on the piece of furniture.
Nearly eye level with him now, Natsuki looked at him with a quizzical expression. "Why'd you put me up here?"
Resting his hands on her thighs as she felt her heartbeat grow faster and faster, MC grinned down at her. "Because the kitchen table is where snacks belong."
Neither of them able to keep a straight face, they both burst out laughing at MC's remark.
"Oh my God!" Natsuki giggled. "How long have you been waiting to use that one?"
"Probably longer than I should admit." MC answered, placing his right hand under Natsuki's chin. Pulling her into another kiss.
A thought suddenly occurring to her, Natsuki spoke up the moment their kiss ended. "Wait... Are you saying I'm a snack because I'm small?" She joked. "Because you better believe that I'm a full course meal!" She shouted confidently, puffing out her chest.
"Oh~" MC replied in a husky tone. "As you saying you want me to eat you up?"
Her entire face turned bright red all the way up to her ears. "I-I... You... That's..." Natsuki found herself at a complete loss for words. So in response all she did was stick her tongue out at MC with a loud, "Thbptttttttt!"
"Natsuki! I can't believe you'd blow raspberries at me." MC gasped in mock offense, taking a step back. "You should really apologize."
"Not gonna happen." Natsuki responded as she crossed her arms.
Sighing, MC scratched his chin as he took a step closer to Natsuki. "In that case..."
In a quick flourish, MC grabbed Natsuki's wrists with both of his hands. As she gasped in surprise, he brought them above her head and lowered her onto the table, her knees hanging off of the piece of furniture.
Gripping Natsuki's wrists with one massive palm, MC moved his free hand to the bottom of her shirt. Lifting up the white piece of fabric, stopping just short of revealing her bra, MC traced around Natsuki's bellybutton with his index finger.
Adopting a mischievous expression, MC looked directly into Natsuki's eyes. "Well... If you won't say you're sorry..." He lowered his head until she could feel his hot breath against her navel. "I guess I'll just have to make you sorry!"
Pressing his lips against Natsuki's stomach, he began to blow onto her midsection.
Natsuki giggled loudly. "MC... S-Stop..."
The feeling of being tickled, combined with the pleasure of MC making such intimate contact with her body was causing Natsuki's mind to go wild. More than that, she could feel herself getting more and more excited as MC kissed her body.
An even deeper blush broke out across her face. "I-I'm sorry... MC..."
Ceasing his raspberry assault on Natsuki, MC planted a kiss on her belly button. Moving up her with more kisses on her stomach, chest, and neck, until finally stopping right at her face. "Apology accepted." He whispered as he proceeded to kiss her deeply.
Their tongues exploring each other's mouths, as they broke contact momentarily to catch their breath, Natsuki looked up at MC with desire in her eyes. "Hey, MC..."
"Yeah?" He breathed out, suckling at her neck as she began to speak.
"That offer you made earlier... Do you... Um..." Natsuki paused to hold back a gasp of pleasure as MC continued to make a hickey on the nape of her neck. "Still want to...?"
Taking his mouth off her neck, MC wore a smug expression while he slid his right hand up Natsuki's skirt. "If I recall correctly, you're the one who called herself a full course meal."
Flustered by his response, Natsuki pouted. "Forget i-"
Letting out a surprised gasp of pleasure, Natsuki's spine curved up off the kitchen table as MC began rubbing her underwear with his middle and ring fingers.
"I promised that I'd always take care of you." MC reassured, rubbing his fingers up and down the spot between Natsuki's thighs. "And I always keep my promises."
Finally releasing her arms from above her, MC slid his left hand down her arm, making contact with the smooth skin of her entire body before going over Natsuki's frilly pink skirt and stopping right at her inner thigh.
Flipping up her skirt, MC was taken aback for a moment. "Wow, I wouldn't have expected that." He muttered out, surprised at the sight of her plain black underwear.
"I-I like my underwear to match!" She embarrassedly spat out, pulling one her black bra straps to emphasize her point. "I would have worn something... cuter... If I knew this was gonna happen..."
"Oh..." MC breathed out. "So now you admit that you're cute."
Annoyed by his teasing, Natsuki began to shout. "That's not what I sai- Ah!" Her yell became one of pleasure as MC began rubbing her again.
"Don't worry, I'm just teasing." He assured as he pulled Natsuki's black panties to the side of her inner thigh, making direct contact with her moist folds.
Slowly running his fingers up and down the slit of her entrance, MC stopped at the top and began massaging the most sensitive part of her body with his thumb.
The sensation made Natsuki's body begin to shake with ecstasy. Using her arms to prop herself up, she tried to push herself closer to MC. The lust for the feeling of his tongue in her mouth driving her forward.
Sensing her desire, MC put his left hand on her back and pulled her closer. Their tongues dancing with one another while MC continued to play with the spot between Natsuki's legs, when they pulled back from each other MC looked down at her orifice as he licked his lips.
Looking back at her for approval, Natsuki eagerly nodded her head for MC to do what they both wanted him to do.
As Natsuki laid down on the table, MC lifted both of her legs up and placed them over his right shoulder, putting his thumb and forefinger between the sides of her underwear. Gingerly sliding them off, MC pulled her panties past her thighs, over her knees, and finally beyond her sock covered feet, gently placing the undergarments onto one of the chairs at the kitchen table.
Winking at her with a smile, MC bent down. Disappearing from Natsuki's vision, his head being obscured by her skirt, she waited expectantly for something to happen.
Not feeling anything, Natsuki began to worry that MC no longer wanted to go ahead with this. "H-Hey..."
But the moment she began to vocalize her concerns, she felt his long and limber tongue make contact with the outer folds of the spot between her legs.
"Fucking, MC! She gasped loudly, her body buckling at the feeling.
Her surprise over with, Natsuki moaned and her toes curled in delight as MC moved Northward. Bringing his mouth to the top of her vagina, suckling at the sensitive nub of flesh. "Mmmm~"
"Ah!" Natsuki cried out in pleasure as MC's tongue entered her body, drawing several kanji letters with his dexterous appendage while she brought her hands up to her head to try and comprehend the incredible satisfaction she was feeling.
"I-I..." Natsuki felt an intense pressure welling up inside her body. "I'm gonna... MC, I'm gonna..." Unable to finish her sentence, she interlocked her legs around MC's head as his mouth covered all of Natsuki's womanhood.
Natsuki's already moist folds became even wetter as she experienced the intense feeling of her first orgasm, her entire body tensing up as the amazing sensation cascaded throughout her entire body from her head to her toes.
Breathing heavily, her body laid on the table, nearly exhausted. Her clothes damp with sweat and other liquids, she happily gazed at MC as he stood back up straight, licking his lips as he began to take a step back.
With sweat caked hair, Natsuki smiled as she wrapped her legs around MC's waist and brought him closer to her. "Where do you think you're going?" She purred. His hard phallus, barely contained by his jeans, rubbing up against the pool of moisture between her legs. "I want more~"
