Fandom Imagines and Preferences VI

Max Black- Lesson (a)

2 Broke Girls One Shot

Two flour-caked hands smacked against your backside, covering your Max and your trousers in a fine coating of white dust and leaving two well placed handprints.

"Are you going to teach me how to make cupcakes or did you invite me over just so you could touch my ass?" Max thought for a second and you watched unimpressed as her hand slowly crept around you. "Come on, teach me how to bake! Do you even know how many points that would score me?"

"With who? You must be cheating on me because cupcakes are not definitely the way to my heart. If you turned up to my door these, I would probably tell you to save them for your next girlfriend." She took whatever flour was not turned into inappropriately placed handprints and dumped into the mixture she had put together of eggs, milk and melted butter.

"No, actually, for my mom."

"My mom was never really a cake for a special occasion kind of person. It was more, wait for the strange man to bring the bag to the door and then give him the crumpled notes that may or may not have been fake." Max told you to watch carefully as she folded the batter together with the standing mixer. "You're lucky I'm doing this without a packet. If you don't get it this time, don't expect this again."

"It's only making cupcakes, it's far from the most difficult thing in the world. I just needed you to help me work out a few of the kinks I had in my last attempt."

"A few of the kinks!" Max scoffed and began to scrape the thick mixture from the bowl and into the liners. "I thought you were helping the national hockey league prepare their pucks for the next season." She laughed at her own joke whilst the last of the batter smoothed out in its liner. "Now just put these on the middle shelf for... I don't know, a temperature, I normally just follow the packet and I can't be bothered to remember so you can figure that one out for yourself, and then you're done. All that's left to do once their cooked is make sure they cool down and then decorate them. But you're a big boy, you can borrow come piping bags and icing sugar and figure that stuff out for yourself. When's mother's day again?"

"Tomorrow." You smiled.

"So how are you going to make time to... You cheeky little fucker! You just got me to make your cakes didn't you?"

"Maybe... next year I'm sure I'll remember though."

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Written by Aaron.