In Every Universe

30 Days of Jazzalil: Day 7: Cake Batter

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"How the hell did you get cake batter on the ceiling?!" Jemillas voice rang out through their very tiny apartment.

"Your guess is as good as mine, yo." Zazzalil responded, cooly.

Zazzalil watched as Jemilla rolled her eyes, and took a deep breath in. "Now is not the time for jokes, Zazzalil."

"Zazzalil? You only call me that when I'm in trouble, Jemilla." Zazzalil responded, pushing at all of her girlfriends buttons that she knew would send her over the edge.

"You are in trouble." Jemilla said. "And wipe that grin off your face because it's not in a sexy way!"

Zazzalils body was basically screaming at her to laugh and she had to fight off the urge as she put her lips in a pout, an gave Jemilla her "sad eyes" she always used when she really wanted something.

Jemilla made eye contact with her, and Zazzalil brought up the cake batter covered spoon in her hands, trying to use it as some type of plea bargin.

Jemilla snorted and took a step back from the scene, not that she had too far to go as their apartment might as well be a shoebox. "What is this? Some kind of sex fantasy you've been hiding." She said, raising an eyebrow, and crossing her arms over her chest.

"It's not a sex fantasy!" Zazzalil hissed back, trying her hardest to be a mature adult, but stomping her foot, and matching Jemilla by crossing her arms across her body, and then turning away from her.

In the midst of her little tantrum, all her arm movements cause cake batter to splatter more of the kitchen surface, not that much of it had been spared beforehand, but it went unnoticed by Zazzalil.

"Oh yes, I forgot," Jemilla said seductively, stepping her way into the kitchen and coming up behind her girlfriend. Jemilla hesitated behind the shorter girl, knowing that Zazzalil would be able to feel the presence behind her, before grabbing Zazzalil around the waist and pulling her into her chest, making sure her mouth was right by Zazzalils ear. "Those all involve fire."

Zazzalil could feel the heat rising through her body, almost if she were on fire, and shivered from where Jemillas breath had hit her neck. Zazzalil fought the urge to turn around; not because she knew that it would displease Jemilla, which she loved to do, but because she wasn't sure if her body could physically handle seeing the darkness in her eyes, and the way she clenched her jaw whenever she was frustrated.

Jemilla didn't even give Zazzalil the chance to make the decision, because she felt the taller girl start to spin her around. Zazzalil didn't want to seem childish, not that stomping her foot and throwing her hands down in rage before turning away and folding her arms helped prove otherwise, but she didn't want to look up and meet Jemillas gaze in fear of what her body would do.

Zazzalil could feel Jemillas eyes burning daggers into her, and she had to clamp hers closed and count to ten so she could fight the urge to look up, even though her body was begging her to do otherwise.

"Hmm," Jemilla hummed, dangerously close to Zazzalils ear. "You really did make a mess out of the place didn't you.

Zazzalils only response was to squeeze her eyes closed tighter, and tighten her grip on the spoon she had in her hand. She could feel her nails digging into her skin, and started to recite the Preamble in her head to distract herself from Jemillas tauntings.