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Do you think the Corinthian would use “cupcake” as another petname for the reader? Because of the whole sweets and baked goods theme she has going on?

Oooh yes! I definitley feel like he'd have all kinds of bakery related nicknames for our reader 💕

A brief interlude: Cupcake

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“Hey there, sugar. What’re you working on?”

You glanced up from your icing bag to see a grinning Corinthian surveying your day's work. Even behind his shades he looked focused as he gazed over your sugar cookies, his eyebrows drawn in and hands hovering on the counter. He was wearing his tan coat and white jumper that day, an outfit that wouldn’t fare well against all the icing that splattered across the metal surfaces.

You were in the local community kitchen way after hours. A habit that was becoming increasingly common as your volunteering would come to a stop. You couldn’t help but take advantage of the generous space, not when it boasted a range of different equipment and plenty of oven space for your big ideas. It could only be so rewarding to teach kids how to make simple recipes, the real prize for you was having the keys to the proverbial kitchen kingdom.

“I’m making sugar cookies for Casey’s bake sale at the office,” you hummed, finishing off your latest creation. “And what is it you think that you’re doing, hmm?”

You caught him as his hand drifted over to one of the gingerbread man shaped cookies. The reflection of the cheerfully iced little office worker shone back on Corinthian’s glasses. You fixed your gaze on him and crossed your arms, that was one of the ones you were particularly proud of. His pinstripe suit and little tie took you some time to ice.

“I thought you said you were going to let me try some of your baking one of these days?” He sulked, drawing his hand away slowly.

“I did say that, didn’t I?”

He tilted his head at your tone and you grinned conspiratorially at him, quickly turning behind you to the little foil container you’d stowed away. You passed the cool aluminium over to him, sliding it along the counter with a wink. It was a delight to see his intrigue, his eyebrows raising as he gazed down at the little box.

“Did you make something just for me?”

“Maybe I did, you’ll have to open it and see,” you smirked.

He bit his lip and immediately got to work unfolding the flaps from the cardboard on top and plucked it out to reveal his prize. You couldn’t help but stand with bated breath, waiting to see his reaction.

Recognition flared in his face, his mouth formed an o and then he chuckled deeply. He looked from the cookie and to you, grinning wider as he stared back at the confection. You’d iced a mini Corinthian, grinning away behind his glasses and wearing his signature tan coat. It had taken you a little while, a little longer than the others you’d made because you wanted it to be accurate, but you couldn’t resist. And judging by the way he was looking at you it was worth it.

“I love it!,” he said, holding it up and bringing it close to his face. “You must’ve worked hard on this, it’s detailed.”

“I’m not surprised you like it so much,” you teased, “it is you after all.”

“Mhmm, and it was made by my favourite baker as well,” he grinned, bringing the cookie back to eye level so he could look at it a little more.

“You’ve never even tried my baking yet!” You protested, growing bashful at the compliment.

Despite you knowing exactly how charming The Corinthian was, it still didn’t prepare you for a lot of his compliments. Even in the dreaming you’d never been rewarded with so much praise. It made the back of your neck tingle. Not to mention the effect it had on your fluttery heart.

“Why don’t we change that then?” Corinthian finally said, content that he’d taken in his own visage enough.

This was it. You bit your lip, waiting to hear his verdict, clenching your palms as you waited to hear what he said. Would he feel the powers of your gift? Would he be taken to a place full of clouds and pale skies and contentment? You had no idea, you knew exactly how your gift worked on humans, but never other dreams. You’d kept far too busy on your work to ever bother anyone else before.

Corinthian, being who he was, bit straight into the head. He took a few thoughtful chews, tilting his head ever so slightly before he paused, the sound of cookie crunches dying. You widened your eyes worried that he didn’t like it. Oh god, what if he hated it? What if your cookies were like poison to nightmares?

“Huh,” was all he said at first, slowly and quietly.

You breathed out and frowned, wondering what that meant? Huh? Was it a good huh, or a bad huh? How was that all he had to say?

You couldn’t take not knowing for much longer than a few seconds.

“That’s not the reaction I usually get,” you bristled. “Does that mean you hate it?”

Corinthian took a few more seconds before he answered, his eyebrows growing heavy with thought. His features looked like they were struggling to rest on an expression. Like he was somewhere far away. Then all of a sudden he was back in the room, almost giving himself a light shake before turning to you, grinning more madly than ever.

“Sugar…that was…it tastes amazing! How do you do that? I felt like I was getting taken somewhere else, like when the humans talk about heaven, it felt like I was floating in the sky! How did you do that?” He asked, looking between you and the cookie once more.

You giggled, overtaken by his response and felt relief wash through your body. Well it was safe to say that he liked it then! And apparently your powers were far more potent on those from the dreaming than they were on mortals. It sounded like Corinthian had been on a trip or something. You hadn't expected that reaction at all.

“Im glad you liked it so much,” you smiled, feeling your cheeks heat up. “I actually don’t know specifically what makes them do that. I just know that every time I make something, I think of places and feelings that make me happy and then it winds up in the recipe somehow.”

He considered your response and glanced down at the cookie again, licking his lips. If you didn’t know better you’d have said he’d just eaten the finest meal he’d had in his life. There was a wash of calm and warmth that seemed to rush off of him in waves. It was as if his whole aura changed.

“Well this blows the water off of what I bought for you,” he said finally, returning the remainder of the decapitated cookie back into the foil box.

“You got me something?” You squeaked, not expecting him to have come with a gift.

He nodded, making your whole body light up with glee. You loved when he brought you things, he always knew exactly what you’d like. Always something sweet, sourced from bakeries all over the city. He’d gifted you slices of pie, rich chunks of gateaux, little puff pastries and of course; boxes of marshmallows from the café you loved.

You wondered what he could’ve brought you this time, thinking back to the conversations you’d been having the last few times you’d seen him. Though, like always, it just made your heart race more as you thought about all his flirtations and touches. Made you conjure up images of all the kisses and handholding you’d been doing, which would have been downright scandalous to your previous self only months before.

“Do I get a clue for what you got me?” You asked, giving him your best puppy eyes.

“Mm… I suppose I could do that. But you’ll have to give me something in return,” he smiled, balancing his hands on the edge of the counter as he leaned in toward you.

“I already made you a cookie!”

“That doesn’t count, that was a gift given freely,” he reminded, shaking his head. “I want you to come around to this side of the counter, sugar.”

You bit your lip, not able to hold back your smile. At least that was something easy. And you were pretty sure you knew what he wanted. Something that you found yourself doing more and more. You swore you could recognise him with your eyes closed now, if only he’d graze your lips with his.

You wandered around the counter and toward his towering frame. You were sure he was watching you like a hawk underneath his glasses, tracking every movement, you could always feel his heavy gaze on you in moments like these. Could feel his desire.

“And what now?” You asked innocently.

“And now this.”

His lips pressed onto yours in a gentle kiss, more chaste than he’d normally be. He was soft that night, slowly taking his time and moving his tongue like it was made of rich honey. You moaned at the sensation and held onto him, grasping on for dear life and feeling your body buzz pleasantly as you felt his solid frame supporting you.

You ran your hands along his shoulders and eventually found them trialling up to his hair. You loved to feel his silky blonde locks underneath your fingers, loved to mess it up a little. He indulged you as well, tilting his head for easier access. You knew he liked the feel of your hands on him, and you knew that he was especially eager to feel them wander elsewhere as well.

Though, you knew that the community centre kitchen was no such place for that kind of thing and so you ended the kiss first. You broke away from him and drew a soft breath in, fluttering your eyes and letting yourself adjust to the harsh kitchen lights again. You could practically feel your entire body lighting up with that pleasant glow that always followed one of Corinthian’s advances.

“So what’s my clue?” You asked, first to break the silence.

Corinthian laughed quietly and shook his head, cupping your face and running his thumb across your cheek. He looked like he wanted seconds. And then even more of you after that. His face was trained on you, jaw clenching ever so slightly.

“Why don’t you clean up here and then I’ll show you in the car, cupcake,” he said softly.

You gasped at first, thinking he’d tricked you, until you’d noted the new nickname and realised that must be what was waiting for you. You could only imagine how good it would taste, he always found the nicest of treats for you, the thought alone had you simpering. He returned a knowing smile to you, easily sure of what you were thinking, and began to draw away, making sure to pick up the box you’d gifted him. He held it like a prize.

“Is that going to stick?” You asked, folding your arms as you thought about his growing list of nicknames for you. “Are you going to call me cupcake all the time?”

“Mm, we’ll see,” he shrugged, turning around. “People do say you are what you eat!”

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