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Dreaming of Cupcakes

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Dreaming of Cupcakes
~A Jim/Alice One-Shot~


It was late. The inn was closed up and all of the patrons were in their rooms, preparing for a good night’s rest in the Benbow’s esteemed rooms. Jim was reading a book in his bed, Morph snoozing on his pillow. He figured that Alice and his mother would be asleep by now and supposed he should attempt a similar feat.

But as Jim rolled over to turn off his bedside lamp, he stopped. His mouth was awfully dry, and as much as he didn’t want to creep down the steps to grab a glass of water, he knew he would not be getting any rest otherwise. Jim sighed and threw off his covers, being sure not to jostle Morph as he exited his room. He double checked that Alice and his mom’s doors were closed as he left their private sitting room and moved down the hall to the landing above the dining area. Jim gritted his teeth as he stepped on a particularly squeaky stair. When he was sure nobody had heard he continued the rest of the way, releasing a small breath when his feet touched the first floor.

Jim looked up, about to enter the kitchen’s swing door when he realized there was a light shining through the port hole. He frowned. That was odd. He wondered if Alice had just forgotten to turn off the light. He was sure she was the last one in the kitchens. As he pushed open the swing door, however, he stopped.

Alice was bent over the countertop, her long hair pulled back in a messy ponytail as she attempted to mix several ingredients together. When the swing door behind Jim flapped closed again, Alice spun around, startled. In her surprise she dropped the bowl and sent dessert batter splattering across the floor.

“Jim!” she shrieked, before covering her mouth, hoping they weren’t being too loud. Jim stared at her for a moment, not sure what he was witnessing.

“Um, Alice, what are you doing?” he arched an eyebrow.

“Baking,” she blushed.

“Well, I can see that, but why are you baking at this hour?”

Alice chewed her lower lip as she rocked on the balls of her feet. Jim gave her a curious look, wondering why she was acting so secretive all of a sudden. At last she sighed and hung her head.

“Okay. I was trying to bake cupcakes for your birthday, Jim,” she muttered. This time Jim raised both his eyebrows. His birthday was August 10th. He’d be turning 17, about to start his second year at the Academy. At last he laughed, walking over to retrieve her bowl with little batter remaining. He tried to dodge the major mess on the floor as he handed it back to her.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to walk in on you. I wanted a glass of water. I thought you were in bed,” he admitted. Alice took the bowl and laid it aside, her shoulders slumped.

“It’s alright,” she sighed. “I really wanted it to be a surprise, and now it’s ruined. You’ve just seemed so stressed lately about all the news in the papers about us, and I thought your birthday would be a welcome distraction.”

“It’s not ruined,” Jim shook his head, grabbing a rag and attempting to scoop up the mess on the floor. “I mean, I guess the surprise is, but that doesn’t mean we can’t still have cupcakes,” he assured her.

“Well, I spilled half the batter on the floor,” Alice snorted, trying to help him clean up the sticky substance.

“So? We’ll just make more.”

“Tomorrow?”

“How about now,” Jim suggested, giving her a small smirk. Alice looked at the clock on the wall in disbelief.

“Right now? As in…at ten o’clock at night?” she blinked. Jim nodded, wiping up the rest of the mess and tossing the rag aside. He put a hand lightly on her back to move her out of the way as he took a look at the recipe.

“It might be hard to do it tomorrow with all the other cooking and cleaning we’ve got to get done, so let’s just whip out some more batter and pop it in the oven. Easy,” Jim grinned as Alice joined him at the counter, looking down at the ingredients once again. She gave Jim a sideways smile, happy he was offering. She wasn’t sure she’d have the heart to start over again if he wasn’t.

“Alright,” she agreed. “Where do we start?”

“Um, here, I’ll start measuring out the ingredients for you, and you can pour them into the bowl to mix it all together again,” Jim suggested, grabbing the measuring cups and setting to work. As Jim measured the two of them laughed or talked about happier times and memories they had shared that past summer, even mentioning what they had planned for the rest of their extended vacation. As Alice mixed the last of the sugar into the bowl, Jim came up behind her, resting his hands on her hips making her blush as he gazed over her shoulder. “Well, you’re doing good, but not great,” he teased as Alice stopped and craned her neck to look at him.

“What, you think you can do better, Birthday Boy?” she shot back, pretending to be affronted.

“Um, yes, actually,” Jim laughed. “I’ve seen my mom do this so many times. I’ll show you.”

Alice had a sneaking suspicion Jim only wanted to ‘show’ her how to mix the batter so that he could be next to her. He rested his hands over hers, one on the bowl, one on her fist gripping the spoon. Together they turned the batter around and around, whipping it into perfect shape. Even when it was no longer necessary to stir, Jim kept himself in his position. At last Alice cleared her throat, calling him out on it.

“I think the batter is good, Jim,” she chuckled as he shook his head, his warm breath tickling her ear.

“No, a few more turns. The best cupcakes come from patience,” he smiled against her neck. Alice shivered at his contact making Jim’s grin widen.

“You made that up just now,” she pointed out.

“So?” he mumbled, giving her a kiss beneath her ear. Alice was sure that if she smiled any more, her lips might pop off. He always knew how to tease her.

“Go get the pan,” she laughed, shrugging him off as Jim withdrew and grabbed the cupcake pan out of a cupboard. Making sure it was greased over so as to prevent sticking, the two of them grabbed spoons and began dropping the liquid into the holes. “This requires serious concentration,” Alice muttered, trying not to drip it everywhere as she filled her imprint. Jim smirked, his hand twitching as he brought his spoon of batter over hers. Alice gasped and looked at him as Jim snickered at her hand now full of batter. “Okay…” Alice squared her shoulders as she dug her utensil into the batter and flung it at him. It hit Jim in the face making his lips turn down as he tried to rub it off.

“Hey, I hit your hand! Not your face!” he argued.

“Payback,” Alice gave him a wicked grin. In retaliation, Jim reached his fingers into the bowl and scooped some out, smearing it across her nose. Alice let out a little squeak at his contact before she lifted more up and flung it at him. Thus the batter battle began. The two scraped up the gooey substance, lobbing it at each other as they laughed and tried to take cover. At last Jim managed to pin Alice against the counter, pressing a great glob into her face as she struggled and giggled, trying to push him off.

“I win,” Jim said as Alice wiped most of it off, smearing it down his shirt front. Jim looked at her as if to say, “Really?”

“Great, now we wasted all our batter,” Alice whined, glancing over Jim’s shoulder at the mess in the kitchen. “Uh-oh.”

Jim turned his head to witness their disaster as well. He knew his mom would not be happy if she were awake at that hour. He turned back at Alice, giving her a ‘yikes’ sort of expression. Alice could only laugh harder as Jim shrugged.

“We can clean it up in a minute. I have one more thing I need to do to seal my victory.”

“And what’s that?” Alice flirted, playing along. Her mind blanked when Jim leaned in and kissed her. It was a kiss unlike their other kisses. This time his tongue entered the mix. He licked off the rest of the batter around her mouth before his lips found hers, forcing his tongue between them. Alice’s eyes fluttered closed, still surprised at this new way of kissing. It was odd and different and strange and wonderful. It clouded her mind, infected her rational line of thinking. Her arms wound around his neck, his fingers splayed out across her back to draw her closer as he forced her between him and the counter.

Her mouth fought back, tasting him, enjoying his flavor and this new intimacy between them. Her body felt charged with energy when his fingers drummed against her spine, rubbing little circles into her lower back as she arched into him more. This close contact made her blood boil in all the right ways. At last he drew back, kissing the corner of her mouth and over across her cheek, licking the batter there she had missed.

“You taste good,” he muttered in her ear making her blush profusely, having never felt better.

“So do you,” she whispered, deciding to give him some of his own medicine as she kiss-licked his cheek, also catching a bit of remaining batter. Jim froze at her contact, his heart missing a beat. He pulled back, shaking his head, the familiar half smile gracing his expression. They looked at each other a moment longer, both of them blissfully unaware of anything besides their own close proximity.

“Well,” Jim cleared his throat. “We should probably clean this up.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Alice muttered, waiting for him to make the first move. When he pulled away she was a tad disappointed, but she knew they did need to remove the mess they had left, and the cupcakes still needed to be baked. As she and Jim teased each other across the room while they scrubbed down surfaces covered in the sweet mixture, Alice began to realize how late it had truly gotten. It was pushing midnight when the kitchen looked as it had before their fight, if not better. The cupcake pan still lay on the counter, the batter in the tin untouched. Jim took Alice’s hand in one, the tin in the other as she opened the oven with her free hand and they pushed it in together.

“Now we wait,” Alice nodded, approving their work. Though there would only be six cupcakes, she figured it was enough for all of them to celebrate Jim’s seventeenth birthday. She opened her mouth to suggest they go clean up, when a yawn escaped her.

“We can clean up later,” Jim said as if reading her thoughts, his own eyes drooping. He pressed his back to the counter and slid to the floor, patting the spot beside him. Alice joined him there as Jim wrapped an arm around her shoulders, drawing her close to him. She rested her hand on his stomach, feeling his even breathing.

“We could play a game, while we wait,” she whispered.

“Alright, what do you want to play?” Jim breathed in return. He wasn’t sure why they were keeping their voices low now, after all the racket they had made earlier. It just felt right, somehow.

“Or we could talk,” Alice shrugged, realizing she wasn’t sure what sort of a game they could play without having to get up or jot something down on paper.

“You could tell me a story,” Jim suggested as she rested her head on his shoulder and his head tipped over hers. His eyes were closing fast. He was glad he had set the timer, just as a precaution in case he fell asleep.

“I can’t think of any good stories right now,” Alice sighed.

“Tell me some of yours.”

There was a long pause as Alice tried to gather her thoughts before she began to speak in a low voice, telling Jim about a faraway place with beautiful things and adventures and songs. Jim’s eyes drooped, his heart and mind cradled by her presence and tales. His thoughts drifted into a hazy rest as Alice continued for a minute longer, before her words too began to slur together. She adjusted her position against him, realizing he was already asleep. She’d deal with the pastries eventually, and her clothes could be easily washed.

At the moment she was content to rest, and as she closed her eyes, her mind wandering to new horizons, she dreamed of cupcakes.

Guys, I really, really, want a cupcake now. I gotta go find some sweets…and oh look, it’s 11:00 at night! Well, now all I need is a delicious boyfriend and I guess my own cupcake dream will be complete.

Ahem, anyway, I just sort of whipped this one out because I’ve been meaning to write more Jim/Alice one-shots, but I just can’t think of any very original ideas. This one was bouncing around in my head for a while, and no, it’s not very original, but it was fun to write. Didn’t mean to make the kiss seem gross or anything. Tried to keep the tongue action down to a minimum. Just wanted to show that this was Jim and Alice’s first official make out session! Woo!

This takes place before the third book in my Sky Sailors Saga, before the Battle at Procyon. It’s the summer before their second year at the Academy, after the Eternity Star where the Procs stole the necklaces. Again, it is very cheesy, but cheesy romance is all I’m good at with these two. Hope you all enjoy! 

Alice/Story Idea © :iconeventhorizon6:
Jim © Disney

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I just want frosting XD I had some nutella before. But good frosting. XD