Romancetic One-Shot

Max & Iggy (Miggy) Requested by smileyface7

Max had all the ingredients the cake out and ready to use: flour, salt, baking powder, butter, sugar, eggs, vanilla, milk, and chocolate icing for when it was finished. She was ready to start but there was still something missing.

"Iggy!" Max yelled up the stairs. "Are you ready yet?"

"No!" Iggy replied.

"Well, hurry up. We don't have all night. Everyone will be back soon."

"Stop being so impatient or you could lose yourself one heck of a cooking instructor," he said, still not coming down.

"Stop being so slow or you could lose yourself one heck of a girlfriend," Max retorted. She considered going upstairs and dragging him down herself when he suddenly appeared in front of her.

"Touché, babe," Iggy said, kissing her forehead. "Touché. Now, let's get to work."

Max took a step back to look at him. He wore a white chef's hat and an apron that said "SEXY CHEF" across the front.

"Ig? What's with the get up?" Max asked skeptically.

"This is my cooking outfit. And I'm Chef Iggy to you," he said winking at her.

"Chef Iggy?"

"Would you prefer Chef Sexy, Miss Ride?"

Max couldn't stop the blush that colored her cheeks when he called her that. For once, I'm actually relieved that he's blind, she thought.

"L-Let's just get started before everyone gets home," she stammered and punched him softly on the arm.

"Aww. You're blushing, Maxxie," he said, trying to poke her in the stomach before she moved away.

"How would you know, Chef Blondie?" She smacked his hands away and moved further into the kitchen.

"You're blonde, too, and your voice always sounds like that when you blush," he said, following her voice.

"Shut up. No it doesn't."

"Yes it does. You're doing it again." He smirked at her. "Does Miss Ride fancy her instructor?" he asked in a lousy English accent, but as lousy as it was, it still made Max's heart skip a beat and she knew Iggy could hear it after his smile got wider.

"If you're so sure you're not blushing, let me touch your face," he said.

"W-What? No, Iggy." Max backed away from him.

"Please?"

"No."

"Pretty please, love?" Iggy asked with the accent again.

"Stop it with accent."

"Why? Don't you like it?" He reached for her face again and as Max ducked, her elbow hit the cup of milk that was on the counter behind her. Max took another step back slipping in the white liquid. Iggy moved forward to catch her, but that only resulted in Max falling forward and onto him and Iggy falling on the floor, dropping the icing in the process.

"Ow," Iggy groaned from under Max. His hands moved up and down her body, checking to see if she was hurt, and finally came to rest on her cheeks. Max was pretty sure she'd never been so embarrassed in her life. "Are you alright, babe?"

"Mhmm," she replied. She tried to get off of him before the color of her cheeks gave away where her thoughts were, but Iggy quickly wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him.

"Well," Iggy said, his thumb running down her cheek. "Miss Ride, your mind seems to be in the gutter."

Max couldn't reply as she watched him grin slowly.

His thumb came to her mouth. "You've got icing on your lip." Max moved her arm to wipe it off but Iggy grabbed it. "No. Let me get it." He kissed the frosting off her bottom lip. Max leaned into him, enjoying the feeling.

"Alright. This cooking lesson is officially over," Iggy said while pulling away.

Max laughed. "Shut up, Chef Sexy."

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