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usako_mamoru's Second Anniversary Challenge
Week 1: Birthday
Theme 1-A: Cake
Frosted
Words: 1291
Rated: PG-13/R
“Oh no,” Usagi wailed, stomping her foot in frustration, “No! No! No! Stay up damn you!” The cake, with clear disdain for her feelings, continued to sag to the left. Even with the frosting knife shoring up the side, there was no way to stop the cake’s determined struggle to flow off the counter and onto the floor. Usagi tried to catch it, but succeeded only in getting mushy cake all over her shirt. Cake number five, into the trash.
Dashing away tears of frustration as they cascaded down her cheeks, she relentlessly turned back to the fridge. Knowing her skills in the kitchen, she’d woken up soon after Mamoru had left for his shift at the hospital and raced to the grocery store to purchase extra eggs, flour, milk, and chocolate. She thought she’d bought even more ingredients than even she would need.
She was wrong.
The first cake had burned. In retrospect, picking up Rei’s latest manga, even though she’d intended to read it for “just a quick sec”, had been a bad idea. The second cake had just collapsed. She still wasn’t entirely sure why, but it had done a credible impression of a soufflé and barely made it over the edge of the pan. Of course, she hadn’t been entirely sure if she’d put the baking powder into the cake-mix…The third cake hadn’t even gotten into the oven-she’d tripped, fallen, and poured cake batter all over the kitchen counter. The fourth cake had burned again-she hadn’t noticed that she’d switched the oven from ‘off to ‘broil’ instead of ‘bake’. Then, she’d gotten an extra-late start on the fifth cake (it had taken the super a long time to let the tenants back in after the fire alarm started screaming shrilly on the seventh floor. Usagi had spent much of that time whistling innocently and praying that the firemen wouldn’t look too closely at the misshapen object hastily slung onto Mamoru’s balcony. Plus, she’d had to run to the store to buy another, unmelted, cake pan) and had accidentally switched the amounts of vegetable oil and water she was supposed use.
“Why couldn’t I have just been happy making him a cake out of a box?!” Usagi whined, ineffectually trying to scrape some of the excess cake goop off of her t-shirt while gazing at the barren fridge. “No one can mess up cake in a box. No, I just had to try to be like Mako-chan and make everything from scratch. At least the frosting came out okay.”
The kitchen table was a mess from her experiments with making frosting, but since it only involved measuring and stirring ingredients (no actual contact with the oven needed), it had only taken her two attempts before she’d gotten the knack. Of course, the frosting currently on the table was batch number three, but that was only because she’d gotten a little over-zealous ‘tasting’ the frosting to make sure it was up to her exacting standard’s for Mamo-chan’s birthday cake.
In the living room, the clock chimed five. Hearing it, Usagi groaned, and rested her forehead against the door of the freezer. She was completely out of ingredients, and running quickly out of time. There was no way she could run out to the store, purchase yet another oversized bag of groceries, whip up the batter, and get it baked, cooled, and frosted by the time Mamo-chan came home. Heck, there probably wasn’t even time for her to clean the kitchen.
Depressed, she ate another spoonful of chocolate frosting (a sovereign remedy for melancholy) and looked around the kitchen. It was a disaster, completely covered in chocolate, flour, eggshells, and sugar, while dirty dishes overwhelmed any available free space. That didn’t count the detritus of cake batter (and the sludge from cake number five) all over her clothes and the floor. Already, her shirt was congealing to her skin.
“Dear God, since I’ve been very good lately,” Usagi prayed, pulling off her shirt and rinsing it off in the sink, “could You make it so that Mamo-chan won’t come home until I’ve had a chance to clean up and change? We’ll just go out to dinner and get cake later. Please Lord? A deal? I’ll never say anything, and he just won’t have to know.” At that moment, she heard the dreadful sound of a key tumbling in the front door lock. “Thanks God,” she muttered sourly, just as Mamoru’s cheerful call echoed down the front hall.
“Usako, you here? Ami came in early to cover the rest of my shift since she knew it was my birthday, and--”
Her shriek of “Don’t come in the kitchen!” came a bit too late. Mamoru walked through the kitchen door and stopped dead at the sight in front of him. Usagi, topless, covered in streaks of chocolate, stood at the sink, running water over what was presumably her shirt. It appeared as if someone had tried to sacrifice a bakery to Pharaoh 90 in his kitchen. Judging by her woebegone expression, he could guess that person was Usagi, trying to bake him a birthday cake.
“Usako? Is--”
“Oh, Mamo-chan, everything is ruined!” Usagi wailed, flinging herself at him, and burying her face in his chest. “I tried so hard to make you a cake, but none of them were any good, even though I really, really did try-five times I tried!-but I’m just so stupid, and…” the rest of her tearful confession was lost into the fabric of his shirt.
Part of his mind boggled over the sheer amount of cake leavings strewn about every available surface (Five times?!), but the rest of him was already working to get his beloved Usako calm. “Shh, don’t cry, love,” he crooned, stroking her golden hair, “Don’t worry about anything. We can clean up the kitchen and then bake a cake together.”
“I don’t want my boyfriend to be better at baking than I am!”
Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Mamoru forbade to comment the obvious, and instead raised her face to his. “What I’m most upset about is that you haven’t even given me a kiss hello,” he chided. Leaning down, he kissed her softly. “That’s better.” It seemed as if he was going to say something else, but instead he paused, looked at her, then kissed her again. “Usa, why do you taste like chocolate?”
Sniffling, Usagi gave him a small smile. “The frosting. That came out well,” she said, pointing to the giant mixing bowl on the table.
Wiping a chocolate smear off of her cheek, Mamoru tasted the chocolate. Usagi was right. The frosting was good. A wicked smile bloomed as he looked at his chocolate-streaked fiancée. “I think I’ll be having some of the frosting, at least,” he whispered huskily, pulling Usagi over to the table. “Hold this,” he requested, handing her the bowl of frosting-and then cleared the remaining ingredients off the table with a single sweep of his arm.
“Cake is just the medium to get the frosting,” he said, scooping his bewildered girlfriend up and laying her down on the table. “And I have a much better idea in mind.” With slow fingers, he eased Usagi’s skirt down her legs, dropping kisses along the way. Reaching for the bowl, he spooned some of it onto the naked flesh of her stomach. Usagi shivered, her sensitivity already heightened after his trailing kisses. A few seconds later, goosebumps appeared when the soft surface of Mamoru’s tongue grazed against her skin as he licked the chocolate off. And she couldn’t hold back a moan as he added another spoonful, this time to the tops of her breasts.
“Who needs cake?”
Week 1: Birthday
Theme 1-A: Cake
Frosted
Words: 1291
Rated: PG-13/R
“Oh no,” Usagi wailed, stomping her foot in frustration, “No! No! No! Stay up damn you!” The cake, with clear disdain for her feelings, continued to sag to the left. Even with the frosting knife shoring up the side, there was no way to stop the cake’s determined struggle to flow off the counter and onto the floor. Usagi tried to catch it, but succeeded only in getting mushy cake all over her shirt. Cake number five, into the trash.
Dashing away tears of frustration as they cascaded down her cheeks, she relentlessly turned back to the fridge. Knowing her skills in the kitchen, she’d woken up soon after Mamoru had left for his shift at the hospital and raced to the grocery store to purchase extra eggs, flour, milk, and chocolate. She thought she’d bought even more ingredients than even she would need.
She was wrong.
The first cake had burned. In retrospect, picking up Rei’s latest manga, even though she’d intended to read it for “just a quick sec”, had been a bad idea. The second cake had just collapsed. She still wasn’t entirely sure why, but it had done a credible impression of a soufflé and barely made it over the edge of the pan. Of course, she hadn’t been entirely sure if she’d put the baking powder into the cake-mix…The third cake hadn’t even gotten into the oven-she’d tripped, fallen, and poured cake batter all over the kitchen counter. The fourth cake had burned again-she hadn’t noticed that she’d switched the oven from ‘off to ‘broil’ instead of ‘bake’. Then, she’d gotten an extra-late start on the fifth cake (it had taken the super a long time to let the tenants back in after the fire alarm started screaming shrilly on the seventh floor. Usagi had spent much of that time whistling innocently and praying that the firemen wouldn’t look too closely at the misshapen object hastily slung onto Mamoru’s balcony. Plus, she’d had to run to the store to buy another, unmelted, cake pan) and had accidentally switched the amounts of vegetable oil and water she was supposed use.
“Why couldn’t I have just been happy making him a cake out of a box?!” Usagi whined, ineffectually trying to scrape some of the excess cake goop off of her t-shirt while gazing at the barren fridge. “No one can mess up cake in a box. No, I just had to try to be like Mako-chan and make everything from scratch. At least the frosting came out okay.”
The kitchen table was a mess from her experiments with making frosting, but since it only involved measuring and stirring ingredients (no actual contact with the oven needed), it had only taken her two attempts before she’d gotten the knack. Of course, the frosting currently on the table was batch number three, but that was only because she’d gotten a little over-zealous ‘tasting’ the frosting to make sure it was up to her exacting standard’s for Mamo-chan’s birthday cake.
In the living room, the clock chimed five. Hearing it, Usagi groaned, and rested her forehead against the door of the freezer. She was completely out of ingredients, and running quickly out of time. There was no way she could run out to the store, purchase yet another oversized bag of groceries, whip up the batter, and get it baked, cooled, and frosted by the time Mamo-chan came home. Heck, there probably wasn’t even time for her to clean the kitchen.
Depressed, she ate another spoonful of chocolate frosting (a sovereign remedy for melancholy) and looked around the kitchen. It was a disaster, completely covered in chocolate, flour, eggshells, and sugar, while dirty dishes overwhelmed any available free space. That didn’t count the detritus of cake batter (and the sludge from cake number five) all over her clothes and the floor. Already, her shirt was congealing to her skin.
“Dear God, since I’ve been very good lately,” Usagi prayed, pulling off her shirt and rinsing it off in the sink, “could You make it so that Mamo-chan won’t come home until I’ve had a chance to clean up and change? We’ll just go out to dinner and get cake later. Please Lord? A deal? I’ll never say anything, and he just won’t have to know.” At that moment, she heard the dreadful sound of a key tumbling in the front door lock. “Thanks God,” she muttered sourly, just as Mamoru’s cheerful call echoed down the front hall.
“Usako, you here? Ami came in early to cover the rest of my shift since she knew it was my birthday, and--”
Her shriek of “Don’t come in the kitchen!” came a bit too late. Mamoru walked through the kitchen door and stopped dead at the sight in front of him. Usagi, topless, covered in streaks of chocolate, stood at the sink, running water over what was presumably her shirt. It appeared as if someone had tried to sacrifice a bakery to Pharaoh 90 in his kitchen. Judging by her woebegone expression, he could guess that person was Usagi, trying to bake him a birthday cake.
“Usako? Is--”
“Oh, Mamo-chan, everything is ruined!” Usagi wailed, flinging herself at him, and burying her face in his chest. “I tried so hard to make you a cake, but none of them were any good, even though I really, really did try-five times I tried!-but I’m just so stupid, and…” the rest of her tearful confession was lost into the fabric of his shirt.
Part of his mind boggled over the sheer amount of cake leavings strewn about every available surface (Five times?!), but the rest of him was already working to get his beloved Usako calm. “Shh, don’t cry, love,” he crooned, stroking her golden hair, “Don’t worry about anything. We can clean up the kitchen and then bake a cake together.”
“I don’t want my boyfriend to be better at baking than I am!”
Deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Mamoru forbade to comment the obvious, and instead raised her face to his. “What I’m most upset about is that you haven’t even given me a kiss hello,” he chided. Leaning down, he kissed her softly. “That’s better.” It seemed as if he was going to say something else, but instead he paused, looked at her, then kissed her again. “Usa, why do you taste like chocolate?”
Sniffling, Usagi gave him a small smile. “The frosting. That came out well,” she said, pointing to the giant mixing bowl on the table.
Wiping a chocolate smear off of her cheek, Mamoru tasted the chocolate. Usagi was right. The frosting was good. A wicked smile bloomed as he looked at his chocolate-streaked fiancée. “I think I’ll be having some of the frosting, at least,” he whispered huskily, pulling Usagi over to the table. “Hold this,” he requested, handing her the bowl of frosting-and then cleared the remaining ingredients off the table with a single sweep of his arm.
“Cake is just the medium to get the frosting,” he said, scooping his bewildered girlfriend up and laying her down on the table. “And I have a much better idea in mind.” With slow fingers, he eased Usagi’s skirt down her legs, dropping kisses along the way. Reaching for the bowl, he spooned some of it onto the naked flesh of her stomach. Usagi shivered, her sensitivity already heightened after his trailing kisses. A few seconds later, goosebumps appeared when the soft surface of Mamoru’s tongue grazed against her skin as he licked the chocolate off. And she couldn’t hold back a moan as he added another spoonful, this time to the tops of her breasts.
“Who needs cake?”