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Roderich wasn't really baking, per se.

Well, he was. But he'd lost track of time. Namely because his mind wasn't particularly on the subject of baking anymore.

The apricot glaze had been poured over the cake, then chilled, and there was just a little bit left over. He moved on to making the chocolate glaze to go over it. He'd always been skilled at

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Now, Hungary wasn’t normally as nosey as she was being today, but the smell of jam and chocolate was such a tempting thing. Really, she was curious as to just what he was up to with it, knowing full well that anything using those two substances would end up absolutely delicious no matter… where they were used. That and, well, she had little else she was doing today other than simply checking up on things to make sure nothing was in an absolute state of disrepair. She knew how he could get lost in his thoughts for hours at a time and that tended to not be good for other things.

Humming softly to herself she made her way towards the kitchen, having decided for the day to wear something she hadn’t really worn lately. Just a simple green and black corset over a loose relatively low-cut white peasant shirt and a typical skirt. It wasn’t too out of her normal, but the corset was the thing in particular she hadn’t worn in a while. It was just about as comfortable as she remembered it, wearing it a lot more casual that she typically did. The

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He was catching on to exactly what she was in the mood for. For now, he remained playful about it all, giving her a gentle push back onto the bed as he climbed on top of her, leaving the bowl on the nightstand.

He buried his face in her chest. Well, she didn't want to wait, right? "...on earth are you wearing" The fragmented words barely made their way out into coherent sound. It was a completely rhetorical question, meant only to emphasize how much he was enjoying the outfit. He reached behind her back and started tugging on the lacing to untie it. So tedious, but it was nevertheless one of his favorite things to do. He was a classical musician; of course he had both patience and passion for things that were... well, kind of drawn out. He gnawed gently at the swells of her cleavage until the corset was loosened. Throwing it aside and throwing caution to the wind, he pulled hard on her shirt until it too was removed

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Of course she expected for him to catch on, far too amused by the rare thing of watching him actually take control of such a situation. She was more than compliant to what he was up to, though taking a moment to stretch a bit on the bed, making sure she could get to a comfortable spot for the inevitable use of her arms and hands

IT'S TIME FOR THAT ICON

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He loved hearing her laugh. Really laugh. He loved hearing her in general; the tone of her voice had so many colors, and he almost couldn't wait to start seeing what kind of more intense sounds he could evoke from her later on. Almost. He gave a short, affirmative moan in response to her question.

For now, though. Chocolate.

He could always make more of the glaze for the actual cake. It wasn't as if the possibility of a chocolate shortage was ever allowed in his household. The bowl was still warm; he had enough time to do this before it cooled. Grinning mischievously, trying to hold back a few chuckles of his own, he tilted the bowl, using the whisk to coax some of the warm, velvety liquid out. It landed between her breasts, trailing down and pooling in her navel.

He put the bowl back down and squeezed her wrists, pressing her hands against his chest before firmly moving them out of the way, pinning them at her sides. "Waiting? This has been on my mind since before you walked in, so rudely suggesting that I don't know how to bake

YAY, ICON

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Times like this were probably the times she loved the most, the light-hearted feeling between the two of them but with that underlying intensity that was driving it all. There wasn't anything else like it and it was almost intoxicating with how different it was compared to pretty much everything else that she dealt with on a frequent basis. It was nice, to be able to not have to hide anything and be able to relax even with the subject at hand. To be able to laugh despite all of the shit that frequently happened in the outside world.

A soft gasp slipped from her lips as the warmth from the liquid melded with the warmth her body held, wriggling a bit beneath it all. It was a bit of a shock at first, but it didn't take long for her to be accustomed to the different heat and texture that worked with her skin just so"Oh come now, you know I wasn't seriously saying anything of the sort," her tone was almost indicative of a pout, though it never truly came to fruition

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That moan. He felt himself shudder, and the hair on the back of his neck practically stood on end. He pressed his hands against her breasts as he propped himself back upright, and a wild thought crossed his mind.

Before he reached for the bowl again, he reached into a nearby drawer and pulled out an old cravat. It was clean, but very clearly old and worn, and he wasn't sure why he was even keeping it other than the fact that it felt wrong to just throw it out. There would be a use for it one day, he knew; well, that day was now.

He took the piece of cloth and with a smirk - a devilish grin he wanted to be the last thing she saw before he continued - he draped it over her eyes, lifting her head to tie it in the back.

Now he went for the bowl. Less cautiously this time, he poured more of the warm chocolate on her front. It spread over the swells of her breasts, and before it could drip onto the sheets, he nearly attacked her left breast with his mouth, lapping and sucking furiously at her nipple