☆ advent day 9 - Sweet On You (Ara/Alice, PG-13)

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Sweet On You
Hello Venus, Ara/Alice, PG-13, 800 words

Adventures in baking for jayunch. (advent calendar)

Ahra returns home from a study session bleary-eyed and ready to crash, only to narrowly avoid a literal crash not a step into the apartment. Juhee catches her before she can slip, righting her back on her feet. "Ah, you weren't supposed to be home until later," Juhee says, sheepishly. The entire apartment smells like burnt sugar. Ahra lifts her foot, realizing that what she slipped on was the fragments of an egg. She carefully steps around the egg after slipping off her shoes, approaching Juhee with the kind of zen brought on by exhaustion. "What have you done?" she asks, eyebrow raised. "It's your birthday tomorrow." Juhee motions to the mess in the kitchen behind her. "I wanted to make you a cake." Ahra steps into the kitchen, surveying the damage. It seems like every bowl in their cupboard has something mixed in it, most with batter spilling out over the sides. The burnt remains of a cake lay sadly on the counter, scraped out of their only cake tin. Finally, there's a sizable amount of flour spilled across the tile and, as Ahra notices when she looks up, a fair bit in Juhee's hair. Ahra looks down at the cake batter, back up at Juhee, and then down again, this time running her fingertip through a streak on the counter. "This does not look like a cake." "It does in some sense of the word," Juhee says, shrugging. Four months ago, Juhee responded to Ahra's advertisement looking for a roommate. At the time, Juhee seemed like the best candidate. Ahra wanted someone older, assuming the years would correlate with maturity. Instead, she ended up with an overly-energetic slob who never finished anything she started. Of course, it wasn't all that bad. Juhee is also a fantastic listener, good with hair, and not hard on the eyes. It's just that sometimes Ahra wants to strangle her. Ahra pauses in her scan of the kitchen, noticing a full bowl of cake batter nearby. Revenge, she thinks. Juhee lets out a yelp of surprise when Ahra runs her batter-covered finger down the bridge of her nose. It only encourages Ahra, who dips her finger in the batter again to smear it across Juhee's cheek. There's a moment where Juhee just looks at her, squinting with her mouth hanging open. Ahra reaches around her for a washcloth to clean her face, but Juhee grabs her, spinning her around to pin her against the kitchen counter. "Oh no you don't," Juhee says, right before she spills a measuring cup's worth of batter down on the top of Ahra's head. Ahra shrieks, cold batter dripping down into her bangs. Ahra's delay gives Juhee a slight advantage and she reaches for the bag of flour, scooping out a handful and blowing it onto Ahra. In turn, Ahra arms herself with an egg and a wooden spoon caked with pink frosting. Kitchen be damned, this is war. Only a few minutes later they're both on the floor, laughing breathlessly and attempting to scrape off the ingredients they're now wearing. There is a fistful of frosting drying underneath Ahra's shirt that Juhee claimed as her deathblow before Ahra slipped on some spilled oil and dragged Juhee down with her. Their laughter fades away as Ahra tilts her head to look at Juhee. Juhee is the one to pull her in, but Ahra is the one to close the distance between them. Juhee's mouth is sticky and overly-sweet, a bit like kissing a sugar bowl. Juhee has a distinct advantage over a sugar bowl in that she has a warm body pressed against Ahra's and soft hair for Ahra to run her fingers through as they kiss. Juhee coaxes her tongue into Ahra's mouth, sweeping over the grains of sugar coating her teeth. They don't do this often, only a few drunken kisses exchanged while stumbling to bed, but each time Ahra thinks that she might like to do it more. She's always being told she's uptight and there's no better method of relaxation than soft, exploratory kisses and a hand smoothing over the curve of her hip. The territory of hands is unfamiliar; they've never gone this far. Ahra is guided by her want, hand sliding down to Juhee's breast, thumb rubbing over the fabric of her bra. Juhee exhales softly into Ahra's mouth. Despite the ache in her side from the tile, Ahra would be content to stay here all night. But of course, Juhee ruins it. "So," Juhee says, pulling back to wiggle her eyebrows at Ahra. "You want to get out of these sticky clothes?" Ahra thinks for a moment then climbs to her feet. She brushes off her jeans and her blouse, smiling down sweetly at Juhee. "You have a mess to clean up. I'll be in my bedroom."

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