millie n' mike

A deep, resounding sigh slips from Mike's lips as he fumbles for his keys in his pocket. There was no other way of putting it: it had been an absolute *grueling* day for him indeed. With college classes in full swing and now currently taking up his schedule completely, he was left stuck on campus from 8 AM to 6PM, a truly draining experience with little time to himself in between breaks. Having just got back from the last class (which just so happened to include a test during that time) , he finds himself utterly exhausted and on the verge of collapsing, rubbing his eyes underneath his glasses as he wearily slips the key into the lock. Resolving himself that the worst was truly over, he takes some small enjoyment that all he has to look forward to is relaxing and lazing about for the rest of the day.

At least, that is,  until he opens the door and he's left coughing outright as he swats a palm through the air whilst blurting out
"S...SMOKE?!?"
The entire apartment was clouded in a faint haze, leaving Mike to cover his mouth and squint through the wisps of smoke. Squinting through the literal fog, it soon becomes apparent that something certainly had burned, Mike's nose wincing as he detects a notably acrid odor hanging in air. Quickly shuffling his way inside, he darts towards the kitchen with palm still fanning the air in front of him, fearing that something had caught fire while he was away as he stumbles about in a frantic manner.
Right as he rushes inside however, two things make themselves apparent all at once: The smoke was rushing out of the trashbin, and there, but a few feet in front of him, stood an especially surprised looking cowgirl.
"UUhhhHH...M..Millie...did something catch fire?" He barely stammers out, heart still thudding in his chest as he barely keeps himself standing whilst leaning against the side of the wall. Standing there , wearing an especially large, HEAVILY stained apron, Millie herself freezes up like a deer in headlights, bottom quivering as she gulps audibly. Taking in a deeep inhale and exhale, she gives off quite the nervous look with her arms situated behind her as she while mutters softly "..M..Moo..."
Leaving Mike to follow her gaze as she then averts her eyes, staring straight at the trash as a crimson blush appears at her cheeks.
Curious (and still a bit PANICKING from seeing the trash emitting smoke) Mike darts over and spreads the bag wide, exposing ...what has to be at least a dozen pounds of crisp, extra burnt baked goods. Smirking and furrowing his brow at this, he chimes audibly "Erm.....Millie did you try to ....bake something?"
Staring up at her pudgy frame while she visibly jolts from such a question.

Sighing, and feeling no other way out of what was now happening, Millie gulps, closes her eyes shut, and Moo's oh so quietly as she then presents to Mike what she had been holding behind her back all this time.
All at once, Mike's panic subsides as ushers forth a relieved sigh, wiping his forehead of sweat as he starts at the small, succulent cake now displayed before him . His confusion turns into happiness as he gazes down at the surprisingly adequate baked delight. Clad in a thick layer of light blue icing, there, at the very center of the still-warm delicacy, lays two small, cartoonish-looking faces resembling hers and his, looking to be made with an excessive amount of icing for all the colors too (which would explain all the multi-colored stains covering Millie's apron).

"Moo...Moo Moo." she quietly states as he inspects the confectionery she had made, Mike blushing himself a bit as he mutters "You baked this...for me? Because I've been all overworked lately?.....Oh Millie.." , leaving him to help ease down the plate upon the table as he then makes their full-figured cowgirl shake in delight, right as he leans forward and embraces her with a passionate smootch . A heavenly feeling of ecstasy fills the blonde bovine  as her hours upon hours of work go rewarded, embracing her amor in hand as their palms both caress and squeeze fondly at one another. The lively french kiss goes on for quite some time between the two, for even though they both are incredibly fatigued, just being in one another's close presence leaves their hearts all a flutter.
Mike is the one to break away first, a small stream of spittle still connecting his lips to hers, as he then addresses Millie
"Well..I guess I could take a break, if only to enjoy this with you at least" saying so right as he then plants a small peck at her cheek as she bounds up and down in the air excitedly as a result.
With fork and knife already out and neatly placed, Mike offers his affectionate thanks towards Millie as she plops her rear down next to him, looking oh so chipper as he extends his palms forward.
Pausing for a second, he turns to her, kindly asking "Uh, Millie, would you like a slice as a well? I mean...for all your hard work" , with his gaze drifting towards the trashbin and the numerous overburnt pastries filling up it's volume. "M-Moo?" Millie asks cautiously, pointing at herself and looking awfully surprised at the offer, to which, Mike giggles and nods his head yes.

Her companion ends up receiving quite the large smootch to his cheek at this, Millie quickly snagging a plate and waddling her doorway-brushing rear back into the living room, placing it right next to Mike's as they both set into the cake at hand, carving two slices for one anothers plates.

Despite feeling ....a bit nervous , what with how MANY overcooked, charred mistakes Millie has evidently gone through during the day...Mike take the first bite , eyes squinted as his taste-buds come in contact with the small morsel. Chewing and gulping it down, he turns to an entranced Millie currently waiting for their judgement on the product of her efforts.
"It's...pretty good actually!..I had no clue you could bake pound cake Milli-"
But before he can even finish his sentence, she lets out a resounding "Moooo!" as she starts to quickly munch down her own slice of cake.
Having been unable to get any rest all day long while trying to work out the instructions to a cooking book, Millie seldom had any time to eat, leaving her to at last enjoy herself. Smiling, Mike squeezes her fondly as she horks her piece, the two of them mutually enjoying the sweet, fluffy material of the warm sugary entree in pure harmonic bliss.

....Afterwards though, when Mike leans back to nudge that cute cowgirl and thank her once more for this , he finds her oh so overtaken by a deep, heavy slumber. After having eaten at least HALF of the icing-clad delicacy, it was only a small matter of time before foodcoma hit her *hard*. Rolling his eyes and chuckling at this to himself, Mike decides to join her there on the couch, snuggling up against her overly soft, expansive frame, snuggling tight against those pillowy, filled out teats while laying his head upon the same pillow as hers.
Together, with bellies filled to the brim with that cake(and slightly touching) , the two lovebirds happily fall into a deep, blissful sleep together, legs intermingled and palms resting upon each others as they dream in perfect, passionate unison together.