Jackie drops the bowl of icing

Jackie hummed to herself, hips swaying slightly as she turned back to the lumpy frosting bowl, giving it another lazy stir. "C'mon now, Ride," she purred, shooting him a sidelong glance that was all mischief. "Ain't no way you spent four whole years in college just studyin' and bein' a good little boy. What, no wild parties? No sneakin’ into girls’ dorms? No experimentin’?" She dragged the last word out, slow and deliberate, like she was savoring the way his shoulders tensed up.

Ride scratched the back of his neck, eyes darting anywhere but at her. "I—uh, I mean, I went to a couple parties, but nothing crazy. Mostly just hung out with my roommates playing games and stuff."

Jackie snorted, flicking a glob of frosting off the whisk at him. It landed on his shirt with a wet plop. "Sounds real scandalous," she drawled. "Bet you were the life of the party—sittin’ in the corner, sippin’ on a juice box."

Ride groaned, swiping at the frosting stain. "It wasn’t that bad—"

CRASH.

The bowl slipped from Jackie’s fingers, hitting the floor with a spectacular splat. Thick, sugary frosting exploded across the tile, splattering up the cabinets, the fridge, and—most tragically—Jackie’s bare legs.

For a second, there was silence.

Then Jackie burst out laughing, throwing her head back like this was the funniest damn thing that had ever happened. "Well, shit," she cackled, wiggling her toes in the mess. "Guess I’m wearin’ dessert now."

Ride stared, frozen, as she bent over—oh god, those shorts were already too short—to scoop up a handful of frosting. "W-Wait, what are you—"

Jackie straightened up, licking frosting off her fingers with a slow, exaggerated drag of her tongue. "Waste not, want not," she teased, eyes twinkling. Then, before Ride could react, she flicked another glob right at his face.

It hit him square on the nose.

Jackie doubled over laughing again, clutching her stomach. "Oh my god, your face! Priceless!"

Ride wiped the frosting off, flustered beyond belief. "Y-You’re impossible."

Jackie just winked, stepping closer—frosting squelching under her feet—until she was right in his space. "And yet," she murmured, voice dropping to a husky whisper, "here you are. Still standin’ in my kitchen."

Ride’s breath hitched.

COME SUPPORT MY NEW PATREON FOR EARLY STORY ACCESS: https://www.patreon.com/c/MorningMage