Your science teacher Ms. Collins decided that for part of your chemistry unit the class would bake a cake in partners.
Unlike during your bottle rocket project you and (c/n) were now partners.
The teacher quickly went over the instructions and disappeared somewhere.
"Did you catch any of what she just said?" asked (c/n).
"Nope."
He sighed staring at the bowls of cake ingredients neatly placed out in front of you.
Rolling up your sleeves you dump all your dry ingredients into an empty bowl.
"Stir this," you say handing the bowl over to (c/n) while cracking some eggs into another bowl.
"I thought you didn't hear what Ms. Collins said?" he questioned, stirring the ingredients as fast as physically possible.
You chuckle at the fact that he was probably more competent than an electric mixer if he could keep up that pace.
"Everyone knows how to bake a cake," you state, "It's common knowledge."
(C/N)'s cheeks died a light crimson as he focused on stirring even more vigorously. Perhaps not EVERYONE has baked a cake before.
After you're finally done baking you complete your worksheet about chemistry.
"Where is Mrs. Collins?" you ask, "We need this stamped."
"We should just go check in the teacher's lounge," (c/n) says ushering you quietly out if the classroom with him.
You tip toe down the silent corridor. Who knows why you were even doing this? Students aren't even supposed to be back here. It not like you can just be like 'Oh hey Mrs. Collins I know we're not supposed to be back here, but we were so eager to complete our class work that we just couldn't bear to wait a couple minutes for you to return to class.'
The silence was disturbed by a light moan in the printer room.
(C/N) slowly opened the door revealing a horrifying sight. Mrs. Collins and both of your previous year science teacher Mr. Voigt.
"What the h-"
(C/N) cut you off clasping a hand over your mouth.
"Who's there?"
Footsteps approached.
(C/N) shoved you into the nearest storage cabinet, shutting the door behind him. You were both encased in darkness and heat. You could barely make out his features by the light slipping past the door hinges.
His body was pressed against yours, careful not to cause an avalanche of school supplies on the both of you. Then you'd really be in trouble.
The sweet scent of cake drifted off his lips, confirming your suspicions that he had stolen a bite of your project.
"Aren't they both married?" you whispered against his ear.
As though being snapped out of a trance his gaze lifted from the floor and locked with yours.
He gave a shrug, but you could tell he was trembling.
"Are you cold?"
You weren't sure how that was possible since both of your bodies produced a quite a lot of heat.
"No," he panted, his hot breath sending shivers through your spine as it hit your ear.
"I guess no one's here," came the voice of Mrs. Collins outside.
"Oh please don't tell me they're going to-"
(C/N) silenced you, his lips upon yours, and his body pressing you against the wall. You kissed back running your fingers through his hair, one hand holding onto his SF 49ers cap.
His hands ran up and down you failing to close the nonexistent distance between you two.
He pulled away looking into your eyes for approval of his actions.
Not saying anything you dragged him back into the kiss.
"Mm (y/n)..."
His arms wrapped around your waist yanking you against him.
A loud clatter could be heard as a bunch of beakers, you knocked over, shattered from hitting the floor.
"What was that?" came a voice.
You and (c/n) peaked out the crack, still lightly kissing one another.
The two teachers approached the cabinet when the fire alarm went off. Thank god baking involved ovens. Never before had you felt so glad at the possibility of someone burning a cake.
The two raced off to their classrooms, you and (c/n) sharing a sigh of relief.
"This might be a weird time and place to tell you this, but I love you."
You laughed.
"I love you too."
Your lips melting against one anothers once more. The sweet taste of sugar lacing your lips.
