[Aerith contemplated the small mess in front of her. It'd been a while since she got the time to do this, and now it feels like she's forgotten entirely how to even do this, how to bake.
Flour, sugar, eggs, butter, she had the essentials, really, she could make it work. She would make it work. She'd do something nice for Zack, for once. Not only did he deserve it - not that she was going to tell him so - but it would also really, really do Aerith some good to just stop for a moment, enjoy doing something she hasn't had the opportunity to do in so long.
Just a cake. A simple thing, really, with chocolate frosting, maybe some chocolate chips. She'd thought of doing cookies first, but the idea of watching Zack cut into a cake appealed to her more, for some reason.
Now, if only she could remember where to even start...]
[Arriving early to anything wasn't typically something that happened in Zack's world. He was that person who was always perpetually running late, to the point where everyone had simply come to expect it. Nothing ever started quite on time, as a result. Meetings always took a little bit longer, training sessions ran over the allotted time limits.
Actually being on time would have been shocking enough. Early was completely and utterly unheard of.
Yet here he was, nearly an hour before he had agreed to meet with Aerith, happily knocking on her door as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Surely the polar ice caps were going to start melting and the world was going to come to an end for such an occasion to take place.
Maybe he should have called first, ask if he was interrupting anything. But showing up early meant they would have more time to spend together, something which was rare and precious. Which meant she wouldn't really mind, right?]
[The knock on the door startles Aerith into almost knocking a bowl off the counter, showering her in flour when she lunges to steady it. Blowing a strand of hair out of her eyes, she chances a look at the clock, and frowns a little.
Zack's never early. This is unseen circumstances, or it's someone else at her door, someone she probably doesn't wish to see. So, let's hope it's Zack, even if Aerith is currently covered in flour and looking incredibly silly. At least, it might get a laugh out of him - Aerith likes his laugh.
The thought, while harmless, makes her flush, and she takes a moment to scold herself, shaking her head at her own silliness before opening the door. There's no reason to delay, even if her heart is beating hard in her chest, worry that it might not be -
It is. A sigh of relief escapes Aerith, and then she tilts her head.]
You're early. [Then, she smiles, opens the door wider, showing him the mess she's made of herself, and pretending it's not there.] Come on in.
It was sort of cute, all things considered. Little flecks clung to her light brown hair, smudges of it across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose and fanning downwards onto her dress.
Cute and suspicious, enough so that it caused one dark brow to lift in curiosity, taking in the sight of her with amusement.]
Nice of you to dress up for me. [There's a tease contained within his voice, manifesting into the smile that's currently crossing his features.]
[Brushing flour off of her face, Aerith chuckles, feeling a blush creep up her cheeks. Of course Zack would tease her for her disastrous start. And all she wanted was to be nice to him!
Lightly, she punches him on the arm, leading him towards the kitchen.]
I had plans! You're disrupting everything by being early, Zack. It's your fault!
[Her voice is just as teasing as his, and she guesses he can assess exactly what she had in mind now, so she just turns to him, her hands clasped at her back.]
[If anything, the soft punch only brings out another chuckle, before he's willingly following along behind her. Surveying the mess that had already been made in the once pristine kitchen - flour seemed to cling to literally every surface, and it looked as if, somehow, she'd gotten the worst of it.]
I can always leave and come back, if you want. [Which would be silly. And would never end up with him being late.
Arms crossing over his chest, he once more stared at the mess before glancing up at her. He really didn't feel like trying to dislodge flour and sugar from his hair for the next week. But how could anyone possibly deny a look like the one she was currently giving him.]
Sure. It can't be too hard. [And by too hard he means there's going to be an even bigger mess by the time they're done and you should have just bought a cake and said you made it.]
[For once, Aerith might have the upper hand; she's baked before, and Zack looks entirely out of his element. She can't help herself; she reaches out, framing his cheek with her hand.]
Don't worry, I'll guide you through it.
[Pulling her hand back, she's quite satisfied to see traces of flour left over his face. It's not quite enough, though, barely any remaining on his cheek, and so Aerith turns around and goes for the bag of flour on the counter, grabbing a pinch of it and throwing it right at Zack's head.]
There! You can't tease me anymore now, you're just as bad as me!
[She laughs as she talks, the flour settling on Zack's forehead and spiky hair. Yes. Excellent.]
[Whoa. Whoa. He'll have you know that's considered entrapment and is a very serious offense, young lady. Here he is, thinking you're being all sweet, caressing his face and offering to guide him through the making of his first cake.
When really, you just wanted to toss flour on him. He's hurt, honestly.]
Hey! [Throwing his hands up, he tries to shield himself from the worst of it, but he's a split second too late and the dust like particles still find away to attach themselves all over his hair, neck and face.
Blowing out a slow breath, he glances upwards, as if he can somehow see the mess she's made.]
Guess you're right. Forgive me for laughing at you?
[Even as he's speaking, a hand is reaching out slowly, grasping a handful of whatever it lands on first - which just so happens to be cocoa powder - and quickly tossing it in her direction.]
[Aerith squeaks, then squeals, laughing delightedly as Zack attacks her with cocoa powder, dusting the front of her dress. She looks down, throwing her arms to her sides.]
Zack!
[A couple of thoughts rush through her, one of them making her blush hard, looking away from Zack for a moment. But she quickly discards it, instead focusing on a new angle of attack.
She steps closer to Zack, looking up at him all coy, and rocks up on her tiptoes when she gets close enough, her body leaning into his. She curls a hand into his collar and smiles, her heart beating faster. It's part of a trick, but the thought still makes her knees go a little weak, and she still hesitates before she kisses him, soft and sweet, her eyes closing immediately.
She makes the most of it for a moment, just enjoying Zack against her, but her free hand is grabbing a handful of flour from the table at their side, and she slowly brings it up - she has to keep up the trick...]
[Ever get that distinct feeling that you're being tricked? As if all of your senses are tingling and on high alert for the incoming attack?
Because that is the feeling Zack is getting at this exact moment. And he does not appreciate it. Not one bit.
But it's difficult to focus on that feeling when she's grabbing onto his collar and leaning into him so perfectly. When her lips are pressed against his and he's certain he can feel her heart beating.
Those bright eyes flutter, closing for the briefest of moment's, leather clad fingers finding the soft curve of her hip and resting there.]
[Aerith lets out a tiny little contented sound when Zack holds her, losing her focus for a moment as she lets herself thoroughly enjoying the sensation. He's a good kisser, and whatever plans she might have, she's not going to entirely waste this.
Her hand slides up from his collar to his neck, thumb pressing under Zack's jaw, and that's when she strikes. She drops her other hand on top of his head, smearing flour all over his hair and pulling away, giggling madly. He's surrounded by a white cloud of flour, his hair white in patches.
Aerith is so proud of herself. He might never kiss her again, though.]
[Honestly, the chances of him ever kissing her again are currently slim to none, especially considering she had chosen that particular form of distraction to carry out her betrayal.
There's particles of flour absolutely everywhere. Clinging to thick black spikes, falling down and becoming caught in his lashes, streaking over tanned cheeks and dusting his once pristine uniform a telling white. A disgusting amount had even found it's way into his mouth, opening out of shock at the surprise attack.
And there she was, giggling up a storm, as if it was the funniest thing in the entire world. As if there was humor to be found in the dust cloud that still surrounded him and choked the air.
There was an old saying about pay backs, and she was definitely going to get hers.
In the form of his gloved hand grabbing whatever happened to be closest that would make the most mess. Unfortunately for her, it just so happened to be an egg. Fortunately for him, it was easy enough to catch her off guard and promptly smash the fragile thing over her head.
Want to guess who's laughing now? Yeah, it's totally him.]
Looks like you got a little egg on your face there, sweetheart.
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Aerith/Zack
Flour, sugar, eggs, butter, she had the essentials, really, she could make it work. She would make it work. She'd do something nice for Zack, for once. Not only did he deserve it - not that she was going to tell him so - but it would also really, really do Aerith some good to just stop for a moment, enjoy doing something she hasn't had the opportunity to do in so long.
Just a cake. A simple thing, really, with chocolate frosting, maybe some chocolate chips. She'd thought of doing cookies first, but the idea of watching Zack cut into a cake appealed to her more, for some reason.
Now, if only she could remember where to even start...]
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Actually being on time would have been shocking enough. Early was completely and utterly unheard of.
Yet here he was, nearly an hour before he had agreed to meet with Aerith, happily knocking on her door as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
Surely the polar ice caps were going to start melting and the world was going to come to an end for such an occasion to take place.
Maybe he should have called first, ask if he was interrupting anything. But showing up early meant they would have more time to spend together, something which was rare and precious. Which meant she wouldn't really mind, right?]
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Zack's never early. This is unseen circumstances, or it's someone else at her door, someone she probably doesn't wish to see. So, let's hope it's Zack, even if Aerith is currently covered in flour and looking incredibly silly. At least, it might get a laugh out of him - Aerith likes his laugh.
The thought, while harmless, makes her flush, and she takes a moment to scold herself, shaking her head at her own silliness before opening the door. There's no reason to delay, even if her heart is beating hard in her chest, worry that it might not be -
It is. A sigh of relief escapes Aerith, and then she tilts her head.]
You're early. [Then, she smiles, opens the door wider, showing him the mess she's made of herself, and pretending it's not there.] Come on in.
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It was sort of cute, all things considered. Little flecks clung to her light brown hair, smudges of it across both cheeks and the bridge of her nose and fanning downwards onto her dress.
Cute and suspicious, enough so that it caused one dark brow to lift in curiosity, taking in the sight of her with amusement.]
Nice of you to dress up for me. [There's a tease contained within his voice, manifesting into the smile that's currently crossing his features.]
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Lightly, she punches him on the arm, leading him towards the kitchen.]
I had plans! You're disrupting everything by being early, Zack. It's your fault!
[Her voice is just as teasing as his, and she guesses he can assess exactly what she had in mind now, so she just turns to him, her hands clasped at her back.]
D'you feel like baking a cake?
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I can always leave and come back, if you want. [Which would be silly. And would never end up with him being late.
Arms crossing over his chest, he once more stared at the mess before glancing up at her. He really didn't feel like trying to dislodge flour and sugar from his hair for the next week. But how could anyone possibly deny a look like the one she was currently giving him.]
Sure. It can't be too hard. [And by too hard he means there's going to be an even bigger mess by the time they're done and you should have just bought a cake and said you made it.]
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[For once, Aerith might have the upper hand; she's baked before, and Zack looks entirely out of his element. She can't help herself; she reaches out, framing his cheek with her hand.]
Don't worry, I'll guide you through it.
[Pulling her hand back, she's quite satisfied to see traces of flour left over his face. It's not quite enough, though, barely any remaining on his cheek, and so Aerith turns around and goes for the bag of flour on the counter, grabbing a pinch of it and throwing it right at Zack's head.]
There! You can't tease me anymore now, you're just as bad as me!
[She laughs as she talks, the flour settling on Zack's forehead and spiky hair. Yes. Excellent.]
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When really, you just wanted to toss flour on him. He's hurt, honestly.]
Hey! [Throwing his hands up, he tries to shield himself from the worst of it, but he's a split second too late and the dust like particles still find away to attach themselves all over his hair, neck and face.
Blowing out a slow breath, he glances upwards, as if he can somehow see the mess she's made.]
Guess you're right. Forgive me for laughing at you?
[Even as he's speaking, a hand is reaching out slowly, grasping a handful of whatever it lands on first - which just so happens to be cocoa powder - and quickly tossing it in her direction.]
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Zack!
[A couple of thoughts rush through her, one of them making her blush hard, looking away from Zack for a moment. But she quickly discards it, instead focusing on a new angle of attack.
She steps closer to Zack, looking up at him all coy, and rocks up on her tiptoes when she gets close enough, her body leaning into his. She curls a hand into his collar and smiles, her heart beating faster. It's part of a trick, but the thought still makes her knees go a little weak, and she still hesitates before she kisses him, soft and sweet, her eyes closing immediately.
She makes the most of it for a moment, just enjoying Zack against her, but her free hand is grabbing a handful of flour from the table at their side, and she slowly brings it up - she has to keep up the trick...]
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Because that is the feeling Zack is getting at this exact moment. And he does not appreciate it. Not one bit.
But it's difficult to focus on that feeling when she's grabbing onto his collar and leaning into him so perfectly. When her lips are pressed against his and he's certain he can feel her heart beating.
Those bright eyes flutter, closing for the briefest of moment's, leather clad fingers finding the soft curve of her hip and resting there.]
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Her hand slides up from his collar to his neck, thumb pressing under Zack's jaw, and that's when she strikes. She drops her other hand on top of his head, smearing flour all over his hair and pulling away, giggling madly. He's surrounded by a white cloud of flour, his hair white in patches.
Aerith is so proud of herself. He might never kiss her again, though.]
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There's particles of flour absolutely everywhere. Clinging to thick black spikes, falling down and becoming caught in his lashes, streaking over tanned cheeks and dusting his once pristine uniform a telling white. A disgusting amount had even found it's way into his mouth, opening out of shock at the surprise attack.
And there she was, giggling up a storm, as if it was the funniest thing in the entire world. As if there was humor to be found in the dust cloud that still surrounded him and choked the air.
There was an old saying about pay backs, and she was definitely going to get hers.
In the form of his gloved hand grabbing whatever happened to be closest that would make the most mess. Unfortunately for her, it just so happened to be an egg. Fortunately for him, it was easy enough to catch her off guard and promptly smash the fragile thing over her head.
Want to guess who's laughing now? Yeah, it's totally him.]
Looks like you got a little egg on your face there, sweetheart.