Sugar and Spice

Makenna/24/Provider of baked goods

[aeyt]

[makenna-c]

I like to make my new employees feel at ease

[pollyanna-malone]

Oh, but I suppose it is because of the familiarity, because they are in the middle of family, you know? All families have their squabbling. That’s good. Pressure doesn’t need to be followed by yelling.

Oh, I don’t think I know that one, but then I might. I just don’t buy from. I prefer to bake my own treats most of the time. 

[makenna-c]

Yes, and I try to create a middle environment between the comforting familiarity of family and the professionalism necessary in a business. It's a sometimes hard line to walk.

Ah well I certainly can't begrudge you the joys of baking your own treats. There is a special sort of satisfaction that comes with taking a bite out of a treat you've made yourself.

[joelredford]

Seconds|| Makenna& Joel

[joelredford]

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[makenna-c]

Every inch of her begged for more;  more friction, contact, pressing and pulling and ravaging of her flesh. Her body screamed it's displeasure at her for distancing herself from him, but the look in Joel's eyes when he turned told Makenna it would be well worth it. Her eyes were hooded and dark as she watched him take his turn to play predator, stalking through her like he planned on making sure she would be nothing but a quivering mess against her desk...and god she was a-okay with that.

His hands just barely touched her thighs, but it was enough to make a soft whimper of wanting catch in her throat. Her breath caught as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss, and she let her tongue trace along his lower lip, reveling in the taste of him. Both legs moved to wrap around him, locking him right where she wanted him and pulling him closer.

Tearing her lips away from his, she took her turn to explore him with her mouth. Hot, breathless kisses were trailed down his neck, a teasing nip placed along his collarbone. She sucked at the warm skin, not even caring if she left a mark, completely lost in the need to devour him. A hand slipped down between their bodies, fingers teasing along the expanse of skin above the top of his pants.

[joelredford]

Seconds|| Makenna& Joel

[joelredford]

He kissed her back in kind, following her lead, allowing her to lead the way wherever she might want to go. A warmth spread through him as their lips pressed against the others, alternating between needy and sensually slow. It was driving him crazy, but he reveled in it. It had been too long since he had been touched like this. Too long since he had allowed the desires of his flesh to rule over the singularly focused desires of his mind. She had whitewashed his mind that first night, and already she had done it again. He had things to do, but he couldn’t find it within himself to care. In this moment the only thing that mattered was how good it felt to have her body pressed so solidly against his own.

Her bite pulled another moan from him. He had never been shy about verbally expressing what another’s touch did to him, but now it seemed as though he had little control over the primal gaps of desire. When she tugged his shirt up, he raised his arms obediently, allowing her to strip the garment from him. However, the moment it hit the ground his arms were around her, turning them so it was her back against the door.

Desire lit his gaze as he ducked his head to caress the smooth skin of her neck with his lips. Gentle kisses followed the curve of her throat, until he came to the juncture above her collarbone. His teeth caught at the tender flesh as his fingers so used to dealing with the many delicate parts inside of a car, made short work of the buttons on her blouse. He didn’t think, he simply acted, allowing his mouth to travel down as far as he could reach without having to crouch in front of her and lose the contact between them that he so desperately craved.

[makenna-c]

While Joel was definitely the type of man she imagined had an aggressive, dominant side, she imagined that it was locked deep away and might take some firm coaxing to bring out. So it was a pleasant sort of surprise that accompanied her gasp as he turned them so that it was her back against the door. Her fingers greedily explored the contours of her chest, stuttering and grasping at his flesh as the touch of his mouth sent little shudders rippling out from her neck. Blue eyes fluttered closed, she had always been so good at losing herself fully in this, and she tilted her head to the side to give him better access to the sensitive flesh.

Every button that was undone on her blouse had her heart pounding faster and faster with anticipation, a pulsing need gasping for attention underneath her skin. It was as if she were suddenly parched, had been devoid of water for months and was just now having her first sip again. For Makenna, every time was the first time all over again. The last button was coaxed free, and her blouse fell open, the fabric pushed aside to show off the swirls of black lace that covered her chest. Makenna sought out Joel's mouth again, arching her back away from the door so that she could cast the shirt down her arms and onto the floor.

She was all radiating heat and biting need, fingers moving to his back as she pressed her body close to his. Her right leg came up against his waist, and she shamelessly rolled her hips forward so that she could get some friction where she really wanted it. Her playful nature tended to come out of nowhere, which was probably a good thing. He didn't see the teasing shove against him coming, and it made him stumble back enough that she could slip under his arm and dance behind him. Her blue eyes were alight with an invitation and a challenge all at once, as she hooked her fingers in the band of her skirt and pushed the fabric down her legs. Making a "come hither" motion with her pointer finger, Makenna stepped backwards till she was flush with her desk, and then pushed herself up onto it.

[joelredford]

Seconds|| Makenna& Joel

[joelredford]

Joel couldn’t look the girl in the eye as she wiped down the counters. It was all he could do to follow makenna at a somewhat reasonable pace. Even as he walked through the kitchen he began questioning his decision to come here in the first place. What was he thinking? He didn’t do this sort of thing, he never had…. and yet it was as though he just couldn’t help himself. The offer was was there and after the week he had, had, he would be a fool not to take it. His gaze locked with hers for a moment before he stepped through the door into her office. The look in her eyes sent a pulse of something very basically animalistic coursing through his veins. She was the predator and he the prey. He had walked willingly into her awaiting claws, serving himself up to be devoured. And yet he just didn’t care. He knew what he wanted, what his body wanted and he wasn’t going to pass up the opportunity to fulfil those fantasy that had been floating about in his mind all week.  

A gasp escaped him when she pushed him back against the door. His eyes were bright and wide as he held her gaze for a moment before her teeth were scraping against his jaw and a moan was passing from his lips. His head tilted back against the door, his hands finding her hips on their own accord, holding her firmly against him. “As nice as last time was….” he eyes returned to hers, his head dipping down to brush his lips against the corner of her mouth, “I was thinking something a little different.”

[makenna-c]

He was so damn receptive, and that was the part that made her blood pound with ferocious need. So many men felt the need to swallow down a moan, to stifle any sort of physical reaction beyond the absolutely necessary ones. But in Makenna's mind there was nothing sexier than hearing her partner gasp or groan, feeling them shudder against her touch. Sexually constipated people were the perfect fuck buddies, she suddenly realized, because when that damn opened their need was ferocious and raw.

She smiled as his head came down and she felt the pressure of his lips against the corner of his mouth. "Mmm I was hoping you'd say that," she murmured, before turned her face so that she could press her lips to his properly. Makenna was slow with him at first. It had probably been ages since the poor man had been kissed and she didn't want to overwhelm him, wanting to remind him thoroughly how much a kiss alone could work the body up. Her arms moved around his neck, fingers stroking through the hair at the nape of his neck as she explored his mouth, alternating between soft kisses and the sliding of her tongue, sucking on his lower lip and then finally taking it between her teeth and pulling playfully. Need could have easily dictated that she make this hard and fast...but no...no she wanted to unravel him with painstaking care, make him come undone in every way possible. She moaned against his mouth, the sound slightly muffled but reverberating against his lips, as her fingers began to trail down his chest, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it over his head.

[joelredford]

Seconds|| Makenna& Joel

[joelredford]

Seconds dragged on to minutes as he waited for the redhead to appear. His gaze wandered the shop as he leaned against the counter. A clock on the wall ticked loudly against the silence. One.. two.. three.. four… he waited and then footsteps. Unhurried, casually strolling footsteps. Why should she be in a hurry? He was the one that had been shamefully preoccupied with thoughts of the baker. Her voice alone nearly sent a shiver running down his spine. That voice which could welcome customers to her shop, or murmur words that could make his blood burn with desire. His tongue peaked out to wet his lips as he turned to look at her, a half smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

   “Well…” he pushed away from the counter, turning to fully face her, his hands coming out of his pockets. “I came in earlier today… but when I got home I realized that i could really do with some seconds…. going an entire week without… “ a brief smile crossed his mouth, lord on high he was bad at his. “…. I think you know what I’m getting at…” an eyebrow quirked up, “At least, I hope you do?” He could feel the color begin to rise at his own awkwardness.  Why couldn’t he wish away the uncomfortable heat that was burning away at his neck and ears?

[makenna-c]

Makenna had wondered if she might hear from Joel again. She was a patient woman, and preferred her partners to request her presence of their own volition, but she would be lying if she said that she hadn't entertained the thought of showing up at his place again more than once. It was worth the wait now, eying him as he nervously attempted to tell her what she already knew. She had to bite down on the growing smirk that changed her features, making her eyes darken and the color rise in her cheeks.

Amy moved past them, settling into wiping down the counters, one of the last things they did at closing. Shed be gone in another ten minutes or so, but Makenna had no intention of waiting that long. "Why don't you come with me to my office, and we can discuss this further," she suggested huskily, raising an eyebrow before turning and heading to the swinging doors of the kitchen. She didn't check to see if Joel was following her, she knew it. There were two entrances to her office space, but she preferred the trek through the kitchen, momentarily entertaining the idea of taking him right there. But no...many of her fantasies this week had featured her office. Her fingers closed around the handle of the door and she pushed it open, allowing Joel to step in first. It was predatory, the way she stepped in behind him, shutting the door and then grabbing his shoulders and pushing his back against the wood, pressing her body against his and trailing her teeth along his jaw. "So about those seconds. Did you want a repeat performance, or something a little different?"

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[joelredford]

Seconds|| Makenna& Joel

It had been a very long week. That part of himself, that very carnal part of himself that had been so carefully locked away for so long had been awakened again when Makenna had played him a surprise visit the week before. He had tried to push it from his mind, to concentrate on anything else, but it crept into his thoughts waking and sleeping. He would find himself daydreaming in class, his memories playing in excruciatingly clear detail the way she had so expertly played him. He hadn’t stood a chance and now he couldn’t get her out of his head.

Like every other Sunday, he stopped by the bakery to pick up the cupcakes before heading to visitation with his mother. Thankfully it had been someone else at the counter instead of the redhead who had him wound up so tightly. His visit was nice and a good distraction. His mother was doing well, very well. She had begun her job again and her relationship with James had so far been smooth sailing. He was happy for her.

He made it home, a smile still on his lips, and he began to lay out his books for a long night of cramming when his eyes caught the empty box of brownies he had yet to throw away. The memories came crashing over him once more, and before he even quite knew what he was doing, he was in his car and heading back to the bakery. He couldn’t study when his mind was so thoroughly distracted, and his willpower to resist her tempting call had finally given out. Determined, although somewhat at a loss to do, he arrived back at the bakery and made his way to the front counter.  The brunette who had served him earlier was still there and with a little smile he asked her if she could go get Makenna for him. Though a little confused, she did as he asked. Joel shifted his weight nervously as he waited, still trying to think of a way to ask for what he had come for.

[makenna-c]

The week had flown by, flashes of color and the busy chinking of plates and pans bleeding together until she lost all sense of time. But that was how Makenna liked it, her life as a whirlwind of activity, a little taste of everything and nothing staying long enough to really sink under her skin. She smiled as she viewed the profits for the week on her laptop, finger absentmindedly twirling a strand of her red hair as she crossed her legs and let out a contented sigh.

He tended to come into her thoughts at the end of the night, when the bakery grew quiet and it was time to put her busy life to sleep. The swirling chaos was hard to maintain at night, and the lack of things to do always left Makenna feeling anxious. She was rather grateful to have distracting daydreams to steal her focus. And what lovely daydreams they were. Her thoughts didn't usually linger on men with such fervent repetition, but there had been something so endearingly raw about Joel's reactions to her, that she couldn't stop herself from replaying the scene in her head and then letting her imagination expand on it. And she definitely couldn't help the way it lead to her fingers sliding up the smooth skin of her legs...hadn't been able to help herself every night this week.

"Hey, Kenna." Blues eyes snapped open and she tried not to look startled as she addressed the brunette in her doorway. "What can I do for you, Amy?" The brunette grinned at Makenna with that girlish flair that said what she was about to say was juicy and intriguing. "There was a really hot guy here earlier buying cupcakes...and he's back...and he specifically asked for you." The redhead's eyebrow shot up, and a smirk bloomed on her lips. "Well thank you, Amy." She rose, smoothing out her skirt and assessing her appearance in the screen of her laptop, before shutting the device and sliding it into her bag on the floor. "Closing procedures are almost done. Should I lock up when I leave" The brunette's question had Makenna chuckling lightly. "Yes, Amy, that would be lovely."

Her steps were slow and unhurried as she moved out towards the bakery's front. As she moved past the counter she let her hand trail along the top of it, pausing and tilting her head as she eyed Joel with a grin. "And what can I do for you at this hour of the night, hmm?"

[makenna-c]

I like to make my new employees feel at ease

[pollyanna-malone]

I don’t think there is much competition on the episodes of Cake Boss, unless you are talking about The Next Great Baker, because that’s a true squabble.

So, you own a bakery… Which one? I know many of them in Annapolis.

[makenna-c]

Oh I didn't mean competitive squabbling. I mean when he squabbles in a familial sense with his siblings. Those little moments of miscommunication that turn into yelling matches. Of course miscommunication happens in any business, but I try to keep my bakery a "yell" free zone. Unless it's my customers screaming to the heavens about how satisfied their taste buds are.

Yes there are quite a few here in Annapolis, and they are all amazing. I own Sugar and Spice.

[makenna-c]

I like to make my new employees feel at ease

[pollyanna-malone]

I suppose you want to be like Buddy then?

I mean, he actually works with family, but it sounds just like the same? Or am I just imagining something? 

[makenna-c]

No, that's a very apt comparison.

Though I'd like to think that there isn't as much squabbling in my bakery as there is on some of the episodes of Cake Boss.

[makenna-c]

I like to make my new employees feel at ease

I have no intention of being a Gordon Ramsey in the kitchen. I like to guide with a firm hand and a sense of authority, but I also like my business to function as a family unit. When I start teaching them how to balance bottles on their heads, they usually end up loosening up. And I think a comfortable mind takes in new information much better than one that is tense.

[aeyt]

[makenna-c]

I seem to have endless energy on the weekend

[southerngroundrp-deactivated201]

I see where your coming from. I’ve never been to New York, Los Angeles, Las Vegas or any other of those cities that are apparently so incredible, but I do know that, sometimes, the calmness of Annapolis can get a little boring. But I just love it nonetheless. It’s my favorite place in the world. 

[makenna-c]

I guess every place has its pros and cons. The con to New York is that it's full of a lot of people who want to live the nightlife 24/7 and never come back from it. I don't miss that part. It's nice to feel grounded in Annapolis.

[makenna-c]

I seem to have endless energy on the weekend

[southerngroundrp-deactivated201]

Well, I wasn’t old enough to enjoy the nightlife before I moved to Annapolis, so I can’t compare the Annapolis nightlife to any other nightlife. But I must admit, I’ve had some very nice nights here in Annapolis, so I can’t complain. I can imagine how it must be like in New York City, though. It must be awesome.

[makenna-c]

Don't get me wrong, Annapolis has definitely grown on me over the past five years. I don't think I could go back to New York. I like that I can actually hear the crickets at night, and most of the time I like the generally calm and peaceful atmosphere. But every once in a while, I get in a mood where I miss the loud, flashy, chaos of New York.

[makenna-c]

I seem to have endless energy on the weekend

[southerngroundrp-deactivated201]

I hope I keep this energy as well. And thanks. It’s always good to know nice places where we can enjoy the night.

[makenna-c]

They are somewhat harder to find in smaller places like Annapolis. It's the one thing I miss about New York, the vibrant night life.

[makenna-c]

I seem to have endless energy on the weekend

[southerngroundrp-deactivated201]

I have endless energy at all times, and I find that to be incredibly cool! I mean, you have the energy to do whatever you want to do! Also, that is my idea of a perfect night, so if you end up finding a place like that.. Don’t forget to tell me all about it.

[makenna-c]

Well aren't you just a little firecracker. I hope you keep that energy for many years to come. It's my idea of the perfect night as well. If I find the right place I will be sure to share, because sharing is caring after all.

[makenna-c]

I seem to have endless energy on the weekend

On a Monday through Friday, I will close the bakery and stumble up to my apartment and spend the rest of the night watching Cake Boss in my pajamas. But on a Saturday night that simply won't do. I think I need to find a new venue tonight, some place I haven't been to yet, with indecently alcoholic drinks and the kind of music that pulses through the floor and up your toes.