Third Floor Common Room [evening]

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee was bored. And hungry.

Generally, these two things were not a particularly good combination.

That said, she'd managed to actually follow a recipe and produce a decent (if funnily-shaped) batch of chocolate raspberry cookies.

Now, the state of the kitchen, and...her clothes, and really, her overall appearance -- that was something else. It didn't matter to her, anyway, if the flour had gotten all over so long as the right amount had ended up in the cookies. And so what if there was chocolate on her cheeks and baking powder in her hair, too.

Plus she'd eaten about half the raspberries so they might actually have been a little shy of what they should have been, but whatever, they seemed okay to her.

[ooooopen. save me from the boredom of cleaning my room apparently rl people heard my ooc plea, and I am being dragged out to the bar! shall pick things up later! (as in tomorrow, since omg drunk.)]

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[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"You just like fruit," he said and stepped closer to her.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I do like most kinds," she agreed, resting her palms on the kitchen counter and using that to push herself up, on her very very tiptoes, and kiss him.

She still had to strain, even then.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

After getting wise to what she was doing, he leaned down a little and returned her kiss, lightly and slowly, tasting the cookies on her lips.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Tried not to get stuff on you," she said softly, pulling back just enough to check whether she succeeded at that.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"How'd that go?" he asked because he couldn't really see.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

Kaylee reached up to wipe away a teensy bit of flour on his cheek. "Good!" she told him cheerfully.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Good," he said and smiled. "You, on the other hand, are a cute mess."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"It ain't that bad," she said, rolling her eyes.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I didn't say it was bad at all," he pointed out.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "You didn't," she agreed. "It's cute, though? Really?"

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I think so," he said and kissed her nose. "A cute mess."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Only slightly messy," she protested. "A teensy, bitty bit."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"And I'm sure it'll come off easily," he said, smiling. "You worked hard."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"An' they ain't half bad," she said proudly. "Not so good as somethin' you'd make, but not bad at all! Maybe a little short on raspberries. Maybe."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"They were excellent," he assured her. "Short on raspberries and all."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"You're too complimentary of me," she said, echoing his words from the week prior, and kissed his chin.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"No, I'm not," he said, smiling as she kissed him.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"Are too," she declared.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"There's no such thing as being too complimentary of you," he decided.

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

She blushed, under all the flour and cocoa and baking powder. "You don't got to say that."

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"I'm not saying it because I have to," he said and frowned. "I don't do that."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I know. But it's sweet, an' I'm still learnin' how to take so much sweetness at once when I ain't all prepared," she said, still blushing.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

"Okay," he said, smiling at the explanation. "But I really do think that."

[weefeetbigboots.livejournal.com]

"I think the same 'bout you," she said, going on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

[death-and-pies.livejournal.com]

He didn't answer choosing instead to smile and return her kiss softly.