Cake Batter | Hizzie

Cake Batter

When Lizzie entered the kitchen she was greeted with the sight of Hope bustling around with bowls and pans and ingredients, making quite the mess.  "Knock, knock," she said, leaning against the door frame.  The shorter girl spun around with a bright smile on her face.  "Josie! Oh, Lizzie what are you doing here?  I called for Josie," she said, her smile faltering.

"Well she was busy so I'm here now.   Anyway, what are you doing with all these pots, Mikaelson?"   Hope's smile quickly turned into a frown as she braced her hands on the counter. "First of all they're bowls, not pots," she told Lizzie, who rolled her eyes.  "And I'm making a cake for Landon's birthday."

"Landon? I thought you guys broke up," Lizzie scoffed.  Hope sighed and leaned back, keeping just her fingertips on the counter.  "We did.   But it was mutual and we're still friends, hence the cake," she said gesturing towards the cluttered counter.

"How was it mutual, that boy followed you like he was a niffler and you were a gold coin."

"I don't even know what that means.   Did you come here to help or are you just going to be a nuisance?" Hope asked, growing annoyed.

"Fine, fine. What do you need?"

"I have all the ingredients for the batter over on that counter, can you start it while I set everything up for the frosting?  The directions are on here," she said, handing Lizzie a sheet of paper.  They both set to work with their respective tasks.  Or, Hope did at least.   "Lizzie, can you please stop looking at yourself in the toaster and start the batter?"  Lizzie straightened up and tossed her hair over her shoulder, shooting Hope a bright smile before reading over the directions.   She set to work, but when she got to the fifth step she called Hope.   "Hey, Mikaelson.   It says it needs vanilla extract but that's not over here."

"Oh, crap I don't think we have that."

"That's fine, the cake and Mop Boy can match.  They'll both be bland," she said, clearly proud of herself for that joke.

"Lizzie, stop that."

"I don't plan on it.  Anyway, I'm done," she said, sauntering over to Hope and her frosting.  She took her whisk and placed a dollop of batter on Hope's nose.  "See?"  Hope recoiled in surprise and crossed her eyes to look down at the batter on her nose.  She looked up to protest angrily but Lizzie interrupted her.   "You're cute," the taller girl said softly.

"Oh! Um, thanks."  Hope smiled bashfully.  She looked down and Lizzie reached over to tuck a loose strand of auburn hair behind her ear.  They stood like that for a moment until a jar of sprinkles rolled off the counter and clattered to the floor.  They jumped apart, Hope quickly wiping the batter off of her face as they started talking over each other.  "Go finish your- can you start buttering- frosting, Mikaelson- the pan..."  They turned away from each other to finish their respective tasks; Lizzie brought the batter over and started pouring it into the pan.  As she did so she asked Hope if she could open the oven.  She slid the cake in and started the timer.  "Do you need help with the frosting?" she asked, moving closer to Hope.

"If you could, that would be great, thanks. It's harder than I thought it would be," she said, laughing.  Lizzie looked over her shoulder and saw a wet, slimy mess and laughed out loud.  "Oh my god, Hope, that's terrible!"

"Stop! I'm trying," she whined in protest.  Lizzie put a hand on her shoulder and continued laughing.   "Okay, okay, I'm sorry it looks... great," she said, snickering.  Hope subconsciously leaned into Lizzie's touch as she pouted at the mess in front of her.  "No, it doesn't.  Do you think there's any frosting in the fridge?  I give up," she asked, turning her head to look up at Lizzie.  "I'll go check."  As the taller girl moved to check the fridge, she let her hand linger on Hope's shoulder for longer than was really necessary.  When she realized, she quickly moved it away.  She definitely had the weirdest crush on Hope, but who didn't?  It was Hope Mikaelson.  She found a container of Pillsbury frosting and spun around with it, brandishing it like a trophy.   "Look what I found," she sang, bringing it over and setting it on the counter.  She leaned back against the island and clucked her tongue.  "You should probably clean that up," she said, smirking.  Hope scrunched her nose and made a mocking face at Lizzie before she started spooning her attempt at frosting into the garbage.  "Go clean up the rest of the batter," she said, glancing up at the blonde.  Lizzie moved over to her area and started putting everything away until she noticed how much batter was still left in the bowl.  That probably could have gone in the pan.  Oops.  She thought.  She stared at the bowl forlornly until an idea struck her.   A crazy one but she was Lizzie Saltzman.  Crazy was her middle name.  So with her heart beating furiously, she asked if Hope wanted to try the batter.   "Yeah, sure," the shorter girl said.   She reached over to pick up the spatula Lizzie had used, but the blonde snatched it out of her reach and instead used her thumb to wipe some of the batter off and swipe it across her lower lip.  She smiled dangerously.  "Come try it then."   Hope's eyes were as wide as saucers and she stopped completely in her tracks, blushing furiously.   She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.  Lizzie tilted her head slightly to the right and reached out to hook a finger through one of Hope's belt loops.  She tugged the smaller girl closer to her until they were inches apart, but that was when her confidence failed her.  If Hope stood on her toes the space that was separating the two girls would disappear, and that was what she did.  The flavor of the batter coupled with Lizzie's unique taste had her heart beating erratically; the chaste kiss quickly deepened as Hope wrapped her arms around the taller girl's neck.  Lizzie placed her hands on Hope's waist and pulled her in even closer.  "Hey, guys!  Oh!  Oh, oh my gosh oh my goodness I'm so sorry I'm turning around, I'm turning around, actually, I'm leaving.  Okay, bye," they heard Josie panic by the door and quickly sprung apart, each of their faces tomato red as they watched her scurry away.  "I guess she's not busy anymore?" Lizzie said, mortified.  Hope turned to her and smiled, narrowing her eyes in playful suspicion.  "Was she ever busy, Lizzie Saltzman?"  If it was possible for the blonde to blush even redder, she did.  "I- um- well-" she stuttered, smiling shyly.  Hope's own smile turned into a grin as she reached up to kiss Lizzie again, effectively silencing her stuttering.  The kiss quickly turned sloppy as the two of them couldn't keep the smiles off their faces.  They eventually stopped trying and settled for a quiet hug, enjoying the silence and basking in each other's warmth.  Hope rested her head on Lizzie's chest and whispered, "it took you long enough to kiss me, you idiot."

"Oh, shut up. The cake is done."

A/N:  Some fluff to brighten our days that have been ruined by Rona.  :)