Imagine baking a cake and Gabriel 'helps' you.

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Cakes are supposedly easy to make. All you have to do is mix the ingredients, put it into a pan, put it in the oven, and then ice it. 

Simple, right? 

So far, you feel up to the task. You've gathered all the ingredients, set up the mixer, and have greased the pans. 

"Whatcha doing?" A voice suddenly asks, as Gabriel appears next to you. He's eating a chocolate bar, which is typical of him. 

You sigh, "Making a cake."

He grins, "Ooh, what's the occasion?" 

"No reason really, I just felt like it." 

"Well, I'll be glad to help. Firstly, your outfit is all wrong." He snaps his fingers, and suddenly you're wearing a dress that is styled after a baker's outfit. It is complete with a hat and an apron.

"Seriously Gabe? I don't need this in order to bake." 

"Yes, but you need it in order to bake in style," he laughs and sits on the counter.

You roll your eyes and wash your hands before tossing the ingredients into the mixer and beginning the process. 

Gabriel thinks you look cute as you carefully measure out each component and read the instructions diligently. He also can't wait to eat the sugary delete that you're creating. 

"Are you just gonna sit there and watch?" You ask as you wait for it to mix thoroughly.

"Well, it looks like you've got it covered," he winks.

"There are plenty of dirty dishes calling your name." You hint, as you start to pour the batter into the cake pan.

"I don't hear anything," he beams. 

Sighing, you scrape out the bowl and then place the cake into the preheated oven. Then you go to the sink and run hot water.

"No cake if you don't help," you taunt in a sing-song manner.

His grin leaves instantly, "You're joking! You wouldn't be so cruel."

"And you wouldn't be so cruel as to not help clean up." You counter, already starting to clean the dishes. 

He frowns and pouts. 

"Think about it. If you help me clean, it'll go way faster, and then I'll be free until the cake is done and cooled. Then, I'll let you help ice the cake. And then we can eat the cake." 

"Or I could just do this," with a snap, all the dishes are cleaned and put away. 

Laughing, you punch him lightly on the shoulder, "You can't do everything the easy way, you know."

"Oh, I think I can."

You bite your lip playfully, "But, maybe you would've been rewarded had you helped me." 

He glances at you, all seriousness, "I did help you."

"Hmm, not in the way I expected." 

His eyebrow raises, "But I still helped."

Shrugging, you lean against the counter, stretching your leg out to bring attention to the bare skin. His gaze travels up your leg as he smirks again. 

Just then, the oven beeps. 

You rush over and get the oven mitts on before bending to get the cake out. Gabe watches you with a smile. 

"Now we gotta wait for it to cool." You say, leaning against the counter again. 

"I know what we could do while we wait."

Looking over at his wiggling eyebrows, you chuckle. He comes in front of you and places his hands around your waist. Without warning, he lifts you so that you're sitting on the counter.

Hands in his soft brown hair, you gaze into his honey-brown eyes. He smiles, and you smirk at his cute dimples. 

He kisses you softly at first, but then with more passion as his hands travel to your back. Your legs wrap around him, as the kiss stretches on. 

You push away after a time. "The cake is cool now."

"The cake can wait," he whines against your ear. 

You gasp in mock surprise, "Gabriel, did I just hear you say that cake can wait? What ever happened to your sweet tooth?" 

"You're all the sweetness that I need." He explains, kissing your neck as you start to make the icing for the cake.

You turn to face him and smudge some icing on his lip. 

"Whoops," you say before kissing him again. 

Eventually, you stop kissing and get the cake iced. Then, you cut two slices and hand one to Gabriel. You decide to watch a movie. You sit on the couch and Gabe sits beside you.

Cuddling on the couch, you play the movie and feed Gabe some cake. He grins, "This is great cake."

You open your mouth a bit, and Gabe feeds you a forkful of the cake. 

"Mmm, it is." You say after swallowing. 

You spend the afternoon like this, eating cake, watching movies, and cuddling with your angel.