Mason x avery

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This is like an extension on the ending pronouns used for avery will be them/they

Mason teaching avery to cook
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Avery's pov

The sun shine in through the window in the kitchen. The sunlight reflecting off of the metal making every little particle stand out. I stood at a counter with Mason beside me. An apron tied around me, and covered in flour and dough. As well as my face. My right hand placed on one side of a large silver mixing bowl. In my left hand is a whisk. Inside of the bowl is fluff. Or icing for a cake Mason and I are making.

"circular motions. Here leme help. " she walks closer to me, and puts her hand on top of mine. Guiding me, teaching me. It's almost hard to concentrate with her so close to me. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks.

"o-okay " I mutter. She nods and grasps the oven mitts that lay on three counter beside me.

She pulls out the cake and places it on a hot pad. She comes back and helps, adding coloring as needed to make it the perfect shade of pastel red.

"now we just gotta Ice the cake. I already got the base on so we just gotta make a few roses. " she speaks soothingly, while stuffing the thick fluffy icing into a big.

"alright... And how do we do that? " I chuckle nervously.

"like this" she says adding a metal tip to the cut edge of the bag. She strides over to the cake and carefully, but swiftly makes a gorgeous rose on one edge of the cake.

"you try. " she passes off the bag.

"okay. I can do this. It is just a small little... Difficult rose made out of icing. " I try to pep talk myself.

I took it slow and I think I nailed it. Okay I fucked up, but it's okay.

"ya did good for ya first try. " Mason throws me a smirk.

I smile brightly "oh heh thanks Mason. "

"hm " she rolls her eyes and does the rest of the roses. Hers are so much more elegant than mine, but I guess she has been doing this more than I have.

We added leaves and at the end. It looked pretty good..

"ya did good avery. " Mason smiles and pecks my cheek.
I put a hand on the spot where she kissed me.

I stutter "oh. T-thanks M-Mason " my face flushes red.
She just laughs.

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