you bought cake for the both of you scaramouche had a piece on his plate as he walked towards you to sit next to you but he tripper and accidentally spilt his cake on you luckily it didn't get in your hair or on your clothes but scaramouche blushed it wasn't in embarrassment it was turning him on seeing you covered in the white cream he gently cupped your cheeks and leaned forward running his tongue over your clothes eyed licking the icing from the cake off of it