your stay on the farm was tiring. but not all bad.

an idea popped into your mind and you finally attempted it.

baking with your gf, ellie.

in no time at all, you and ellie had decided to make batter for the cake and were happily eating the chocolate chips around a table.

ellie was enjoying it - digging her hands into the batter, the sticky dough through her fingers.

“you face is beet fuckin’ red right now when you’re lookin’ at my fingers.” ellie chuckles, voice slighty raspy.

you definitely aren’t dirty minded, and that batter definitely doesn’t look like something you shouldn’t be thinking about.