You were jumping lightly on your foot as you stood up in front of your computer screen, your mom called you hours ago saying she had dropped by and gave you pastries she had baked. She has told you that she would be experimenting with her creativity weeks before. She decided to add a few more pastries in her growing business—and wanted you and Jennie to be the critics for it.
You were overly excited about the thought of tasting your mom's home made cook foods, that is one thing you missed about her. You still remember when you were a kid whenever you were sick she would come to your room with a freshly cooked food soup that you don't even know but works like magic; back when you were in preschool.
She would pack a lunch for you filled with tasty food, sometimes it would be sandwiches with different stuff inside—could be ham, vegetables or peanut butter or jam. And it would be extra special when the jam was home made with organic and fresh fruits.
Your family wasn't as rich as some of your classmates—their lunch boxes would be filled with chocolates and others. Skittles, twix, cookies or something's expensive—you would sometimes come home throwing tantrums at your mom and even go bonkers with your friends when there is no sweets on yours.
But nevertheless you would brag about it to your friends saying you have the best mom and food prepaid for you, they would often trade their chocolates for your food. But now that you were older and now that you have someone who would do the same treatment. You were thankful for Jennie for taking care of you but sometimes you would get home sick asking your mom to cook for you.
You entered the kitchen with delight as the thought of sweets melted in your mouth, you were already drooling with the thought of it. You couldn't waste more time and grab the small boxes resting on the marbled counter top.
You opened each and every single one of the boxes, your eyes were met with a delicious sight of each and every single variety of pastries. Some were coated with milk powder, chocolate; strawberry drizzles, melted sugar and brown crusts.
You inhaled the aroma of the fresh pastries, Jennie was still upstairs so you decided to make a coffee for the both of you while you wait. You were almost finished with the drinks when you heard rushed footsteps coming closer—she appeared in the kitchen with a huge smile plastered on her lips.
"What was that smell?." she asked sniffing around until her eyes dropped to different varieties of pastries.
"Is that your mom's?." she asked approaching you, she wrapped her hand around your waist as she hugged you from behind.
"Yes she says she wanted us to be the critic for it. And if we approved she would put it on her menu—she already asked dad about it and dad said it was good." you shrugged, turning around to place a gentle kiss onto her forehead and her cheeks.
"Shall we try it?." you asked, placing your mug at a wooden coaster, before pushing hers gently past her.
You reached out for the box filled with bagels, loaf and croissants. You frowned when you saw a familiar type of pastries you enjoyed back in france. You grab the croissant gently, wrapping it to a snack napkin so that the grease wouldn't be sticking through your fingers. While Jennie grabs one of the blueberry muffins with icing—you bite onto yours as the flaky crust and the chocolate fillings meet your tongue.
You were for sure mastered this recipe because this was one of the hardest ones to bake, you should be needing strong arms to wrap and roll the dough out.
You were overjoyed as you took another bite on yours, placing the pastry down the plate. You looked up to your girlfriend who was scrolling through her phone while taking a bite on her muffin. You cleared your throat to grab her attention.
"How was it?." you asked, approaching her.
"It was good." she answered while chewing, you smiled at her as you gave her a small peck on her cheek.
Jennie seems to melt onto your touch leaning into you, you support her body height as you wrap your arms around her shoulders. Giving her light squeezes, looking up at you lovingly eyes filled with sparks—she is indeed a present of the gods. Her captivating feline eyes, pointy nose, long lashes, thick eyebrows and the natural pout of her lips. She had the perfect features out of every person you saw.
Her lips parted as she heaved out a sigh of contentment, loving the feeling of your warmth against her body. She loves it, she loves you her eyes would tell otherwise. You bend down to reach for her forehead; leaning even further to capture her lips onto yours.
You lips meet hers giving her a sweet, passionate one. You feel lightheaded as her soft lips move against your in rhythm—you live in these kinds of moments with her. As your kiss lasted longer you picked her up on her thighs letting her sit on the kitchen island. You pulled away as the lack of air was becoming a problem, she pressed her forehead on yours giggling lightly.
"Well I think.. I like your kiss better now." smiling widely showing her famous gummy smile, she was for sure a tease sometimes but a literally a sweet one most of the time.
"You were for sure a sweet talker, weren't you?." you asked, raising your eyebrows teasingly, she released a small laugh.
You were standing in between her legs as your hand rested on her thighs, the feeling of silk on your hands. You were both still in your silk black and white pyjamas. After watching a few movies last night, you fell asleep in each other's arms.
She reached her muffins taking a big bite, she was chewing cutely cheeks puffed. Chuckling as her foot swung her head slightly nooding, you noticed her upper lips were coated with the icing. But she didn't budge to wipe it—your eyes rested on her lips as you watched move while she chewed. You quite can't point your fingers if she was too focused with the taste that she didn't notice or she was tempting you to kiss her.
You were held hypnotised, she watched you leaned in to capture her lips. Licking the icing off her lips—you were held captive as the taste of blueberry lingers through your tongue alongside the after taste of strawberry from her lips.
You were addicted through the test, as your gentle pastry tasting turns out to be a not so planned make out session. You might out a blame for her through seducing you like that.
"You really have to tease me like that huh?." you answered, smiling as you broke the kiss.
"Is it working?." she answered with a small chuckle.
"Yes it is. I'm trying hard not to carry you back upstairs." you truthfully answered.
You enjoyed every second with her, and you swear to yourself you won't let every inch slip. You wouldn't let this woman go no matter what happens. You would hold her this close making that no one could ever steal her away from you. Your food tasting morning turns out to be one of the sweetest as each minute you would share a laughter.
