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He had always liked spicy things. They were his favorite kinds of foods. If anyone asked what he liked to eat he would say anything that would bite back essentially.
But (Name) knew better.
She had seen Damien on more than occasion choosing the fluffy topped cupcake over the buffalo wings when he came over to hang out with her. He had a sweet tooth like no one's business.
One that he would never admit to.
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(Name) was humming their song and smiled softly as she finished the buttercream decorations on the cake she had baked for her boyfriend’s birthday. He was turning 22 this year. She smiled widely as she began to write on top of the cake. She was a smart ass at times so of course instead of the typical “Happy Birthday Damien” or whatever...it was of course that infamous Taylor Swift lyric and two number 2 candles.
“I don’t know about you but I’m feeling 22”
He would roll his eyes and grumble at her but still smile because he loved her sarcasm.
She couldn’t wait to see his reaction to her plans for their simple one on one get together.
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Damien walked into his girlfriend’s apartment and kissed her cheek. The whole place smelled like a patisserie. She was a kitchen witch who specialized in baked goods, so it always smelled like something good...but there was the overwhelming scent of sugary delights today.
“I have prepared an indulgence for you.” She laughed.
“Well all you’d have to do is take your clothes off for that.” He purred, ever the flirt.
She slapped his chest with a blushing laugh. He always had a dirty flirty remark for her. But then again that was something she liked about him. She kissed his cheek.
“Well, this is a way for you to indulge without ruining that badass reputation of yours.” She winked.
“What on earth are you talking about?” He asked before he walked in and saw that she had made every pretty sweet thing he had ever seen in a bakery window and eyed for a second too long.
He laughed softly and shook his head. He kissed her temple. She was such a sweet, smart ass. He loved that about her. She began to show him everything she’d made. And then she directed him to the cake she had made.
Three layered, bright red buttercream, black lettering, and golden number candles, covered in sprinkles. It was awesome. Suited him so well...even with the silly lyrical moment on it. He shook his head again laughing and kissing her lips.
“You are incorrigible.” He grumbled, “Miss Smart Ass.”
“You love me.” She giggled.
“I do.” He said, “I love you so much.”
She kissed his lips sweetly, “I love you too.”
Damien would love indulging his sweet tooth with food...but she was all the sweet he truly needed.