"I'm sure you'll be fantastic at them. And I promise not to massage you, in return." He was thinking something chocolate, maybe. What was it that Gabriella had said? Ah yes, chocolate chips. That sounded delicious. He opens up the bag of chocolate chips and starts sprinkling those in, as well
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"Hi. I love you too," she replied, and turned so that she could kiss his lips. It was nice. Just doing something normal. And something that was more fun than their usual reading and work. And not sex. Comfortable, again. "I love you a lot."
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Though he's doing his best not to smile.
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"I do love you. I love you very much. Enough that I might actually let you win our little contest. How do you plan on getting them into the tin, without it mixing and getting odd coloured?"
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She pulled away then, with a final kiss and a laugh. "No. No whoever wins this is going to win fair and square. We should give one of each to Mr.McCall, and not tell him anything, and then ask him which he likes best. That'll be the most fair."
Her attention was them back on the bowls, having carefully lined the tins with paper now. "It's just a matter of doing it slowly," she replied as she started ladling the red into the bottom, a thin layer, before choosing the yellow. It was slowly, and carefully spooned on, with blue coming after, and then purple; until everything was gone from the bowls, and she very carefully placed the trays into the over. "There."
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"Maybe we should have more than one judge. Your friends can help, too. Three votes, no possibility of a tie. That will be the most fair."
Once the cupcakes are in the oven and the timers are set, Jean Michel pulls Gabriella close for a kiss, biting playfully at her lower lip. "So now they're in the oven. What was your idea for what we should do while we're waiting?"
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"That...works for me. We'll bring them in, and have them test. And write on a piece of paper which they like best," she said, and nodded. "It'll be perfect."
Gabriella was leaning against the counter, watching hers until she's pulled to him, and that makes her giggle against his lips. "Mhm, my idea?" She smirked a bit, arching her body against his. "It was something that makes the fact that I'm not wearing any underwear very practical, Monsieur Azoulay."
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He lets out a moan when she announces that she's not wearing underwear, and presses against her, his hands skimming over her thighs. "Oh, the things you do to me, Mlle. Gray. I think, underneath your sweet exterior, you're secretly very naughty. I like that."
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She's smirking a little; her hand going up to run through, and then tug at his hair, before letting them back down, and going straight for his pants, because they don't have all that much time before the timers will ring. "Do you think we can do it?"
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"How much time do we have?" he murmurs, inhaling sharply as she reaches down to undo his pants.
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"Mhm, about twenty minutes, or so. Not long at all, my love," she sighed, pants undone, and she shoved them down. "We can...do it without."
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"Whatever you say," he groans in return, kissing her hard and deep, his tongue nudging at her lips, seeking entrance.
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"Okay, then, without," she murmured and nodded, before kissing him back, sucking on his tongue, and her hand went to wrap around his cock to stroke it, needing him well, now.
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