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Vlad’s castle and the surrounding areas were silent in the dead of night. Not even the crickets would make any sound. Every single window was dark, not even Faust’s laboratory in the basement was lit anymore.. Except for a single room. The kitchen was filled with bright light. Charles was sitting on the kitchen counter, legs swinging and an excited smile of anticipation on his face. His pale eyes followed every movement of the long knife, as you cut the freshly cooled down cake into pieces.
Both of you were still in your sleeping clothes.. Which meant Charles wore nothing but his white pants made out of light fabric and you were wearing one of his shirts and basically just your underwear. In the middle of the night you had been caught by a sudden craving for sweets and most of all cake. You didn’t have to ask Charles long before he agreed to some nightly cooking shenanigans.
You tried to keep the kitchen of the castle as clean as possible and leave your fingers off Vlad’s strawberries. None of you had a deathwish.
“Can you get us a plate, please?” You smiled softly at Charles, who directly jumped off the kitchen counter and moved over to one of the cabinets, taking out two white porcelain plates, placing them next to you. You leaned over and placed a swift kiss on his cheek, before carefully balancing a piece of cake on the large knife you used to cut it and put it down gently onto the plate.
There was no way you would go over to the dining room at this time of night, so you two were just standing in the kitchen with your cake. Charles grabbed a fork from the drawer and picked up a bite from the sweet treat, instantly offering it to you with one of his bright, sunny smiles.
You hummed with satisfaction when the sweet taste of the cake hit your tongue.
It was totally worth getting out of your warm bed in the middle of the night.
“Good?”, he asked cheerfully and then took a bite himself. Charles reached up with his free hand, looking like he wanted to cup your cheek, but instead he brushed some frosting from the corner of your mouth.
You looked at him with mischievously narrowed eyes, while he licked it from his fingertip. With a quiet laugh you took the fork out of his hand and picked up another bite for yourself. Charles put an arm around you and pulled you against him. You snuggled into the warmth of his embrace and offered him some cake as well. Instead of taking it, he pressed a kiss to your temple, then the top of your head.
You started laughing at the shower of affection, having to put down the fork. You wrapped your arms around him and thought about how incredibly lucky you were to have him. Your heart was hammering in your chest. The two of you shared another kiss and enjoyed the rest of your treat.