Hey, Pumpkin {SEASONAL EVENT}

At his snark, Ashe's lip curled back in a half-hearted snarl. "Just cause I don't get all huffy at the sight of dust doesn't mean I'm messy," she lied. He was moving behind her, and she was absolutely going to take the opportunity to jab him in the ribs, but firm hands pulled her back against him. Her breath caught with his lips to her neck in the same moment she flickered a smile. He snagged the bowl from in front of her, aparently satisfied with how she'd stirred it, and she let out a softly frustrated breath as he moved away. Frustrated at the distance or at the fact that he'd distracted her, she wasn't sure.    She turned to watch him pour the batter, watched him test it. She leaned back against the counter and braced her palms over the edge. "Did I ruin it?" she asked with a quirked brow, tilting her head at him. It occurred to her that he'd been watching her the whole time she mixed, and she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips at that. There had been more than one occassion of her purposefully messing up his cooking when his back was turned.    Then he held his finger out to her, leftover batter waiting for her with a crooked smile behind it. She glanced from the batter and then to him.. and she obeyed. She tasted the mixture with her lips over his finger, and her eyes met his as she carefully drew her mouth back, hardly a trace of the batter left behind. Her heart raced as heat flushed her skin, and she darted her eyes away. It was stupid, but she leaned back against the counter and ducked her head down, as if it would hide her face from him. "Could use more sugar," she teased without looking up. ashe When all the days go by in the firelight We'll never fade out in the night