Prompt from my smooth brain
Cumulus/mountain baking? Baking ✨special✨ snacks, if you will.
I dunno, just the thought of these two doing something they enjoy together makes my heart churn.
Maybe they'll get distracted and some things will happen on the counter, I guess we'll have to find out ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
It's only fitting that my last ficlet for Mountain March should be Mountain taking care of his girl.
Sweet, and filthy, and longer than I expected, all under the cut.
They probably should have waited until after they finished the cookies to get high. It's too late now. But Mountain watches Cumulus add twice as much butter as they usually do and he knows the cookies are going to be way too strong.
Strong enough that Dew and Rain are going to be useless for days because of this. He knows they should have waited to get high when instead of stopping her, he smiles, and adds a little more.
She giggles and leans into him as she hits the lever on the mixer. She smells like lilacs and pot. Mountain buries his nose in her brilliant curls and inhales.
This is a Sunday afternoon tradition. While everyone else is off playing video games, or strip poker. Mountain and Cumulus hole up in the empty kitchen and bake.
Mountain never really thought about baking until Cumulus was summoned. He and Aether did all the cooking that wasn't covered by the main Abbey kitchens. So when Cumulus and Cirrus showed up Mountain was more than happy to invite them into the kitchen, to share the load. Cumulus didn't take to cooking the same way Cirrus did, but baking was a different story.
Mountain had come down here in the middle of the night for a snack once and found her pouring over an old cookbook. There was brownie batter all over the granite countertops, on her fingers, in her hair. She looked up at him with those wide silver eyes and asked him if he wanted to help.
She makes a small noise. It makes Mountain's stomach clench.
It wasn't like he could say no.
There's something calming about it. Meditative in measurements and no allowance for guess work. He likes the routine of it. If he follows the directions the same way, every time, he will get the same cookies. It's soothing.
Cumulus reaches forward and turns off the mixer before the batter overmixes. They work together spooning the batter onto baking sheets.
They don't talk much when they do this, working in an easy companionable silence. They don't need to talk. It's a rare luxury. Cumulus puts the baking sheets in the oven and turns back to Mountain.
He leans back against the island and watches her. She's wearing a t-shirt that's too big for her, Aether's no doubt. And a pair of shorts that hug her thighs in a way that makes Mountain's mouth go dry.
She holds his eyes and licks one of her batter coated fingers into her mouth.
Mountain's breath hitches in his throat. He pushes away from the island and catches her wrist in his hand, pulling her finger from her mouth and bringing her hand up to his. He sucks two of her fingers into his mouth, splitting them with his tongue. Dragging over every inch in search of any remnants of batter.
He noses along the damp fabric between her legs. Running his tongue along it to taste where she's already soaking through the spandex.
"You've got eight minutes," Cumulus whispers, laughter edging her voice.
Mountain peers down at her. He drags her fingers from his mouth, lips curling up. Answering her would be a waste of time. Instead, he grabs her by the hips. He lifts her with ease and sits her on the counter. He sinks to his knees between her spread thighs, sliding his hands up to rest on either side of her lower back. He drags her right to the edge of the counter and nuzzles his cheek into one of her thighs.
She hooks both of her legs over his shoulders, calves crossing behind his head as she pulls him in.
She grabs hard onto one of his horns and shifts his head just a little, the new angle makes her whine, long and loud. Before long her thighs clamp down even tighter around him. She pulls him in, holding his face against her cunt as she cums. He works her through it with kitten licks to her clit and lips, licking her clean as she regains her breathing.
He pulls back enough to glance up at her. "You wanna help me out?"
She licks her lips, then one of her hands slinks down and grabs the crotch of her shorts and slides it to the side. Exposing her slick folds to his watering mouth.
He growls low in his throat, then surges forward. He licks a broad stripe up the length of her cunt. Gathering the salty musk of her on his tongue, bumping his nose against her clit as he sucks her lips into his mouth. She mewls. Her free hand coming down to tighten in his hair.
He shifts his hold on her, wrapping one long arm all the way around her back to hold her up so he can bring the other down and tease two fingers at her entrance.
He sinks two of them in just as he sucks her clit into his mouth, raging his tongue over the head of it as she knees. Her heels dig into his spine.
He presses up with his fingers, petting softly against the spot that makes her shake and clench around his fingers. He feels a rush of slick drip down his knuckles into his palm.
He seels his mouth firmly over her clit and laps at it, long luxurious strokes of his tongue. Her hand tightens in his hair. He's lost in the feel of her, the bright taste of her on his tongue. He closes his eyes, enjoys the way she grinds her hips against him, putting him where she needs him.
She flutters around his fingers, clenching rhythmically as he drives her closer and closer. He knows the clock is ticking. Knows the second the timer on her phone goes off he's going to have to stop or the cookies will burn.
He redoubles his efforts, adding pressure with his tongue, the fingers inside of her moving a little harsher. Her thighs clench around his ears, trembling around him.
Her legs loosen and Mountain stands as she rights her shorts. She hops off the counter with a grin. Dragging her fingers over the tent in his sweatpants as she does. He hisses, nostrils flaring as she walks past him to look at her phone.
"A minute and a half to spare," she says, showing him the timer. "impressive."
Mountain grins at her, wicked and wanting. "Next batch I'll do it in five."
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