SUGAR, BUTTER, FLOUR

to breeze, victor remington was a cooking god. she didn’t idolize him or anything or the sort, but she admired his skills. for the piece she did, he had whipped up a meal of roast beef with caramelized onion gravy for her to taste. to say it was heavenly, would be the least. if his daughter inherited any part of his kitchen skills, it’s safe to say breeze would eat anything the woman offered her. 

breeze felt relief when sadie mentioned her appreciation of honesty. it just would’ve felt too strange for her if she kept that hidden away and she didn’t want to start their friendship – or whatever you may call it – with an omission. 

laughing at the anencdote, she said, “he didn’t tell me, but if you were that much of a sparkplug as a kid, i can’t imagine how badass you are now.”

as sadie planted herself close to breeze in the elevator, she sighed and felt tortured as they began to move up. she’d take her right here and now in the elevator if only they hadn’t met just moments ago. “i would say baking is a form of storytelling,” breeze agreed. “but my favorite piece? oh mon cher, that’s one of the toughest questions you could ask me.” she chuckled. “i won’t lie, your dad’s probably in my top 10. but about six, seven years ago, i did a series on this private investigator as he tracked down a woman’s rapist. the police wouldn’t do much to help her, so he basically took matters into his own hands. in the end, he ended up uncovering who he was and multiple other crimes the man had done. it was one of the best experiences i’ve ever had. i haven’t done much investigate journalism since then and i do miss it.” just as she finished her monologue, the doors opened to the third floor and she stepped out. 

Sadie didn’t always feel comfortable when people brought up her father. It could be said that more than once in her life she was used to get close to him, she was pursued with the hope that she lived a more fame entangled life than she did. But she doesn’t get those kinds of vibes from Breeze, and the upfront honestly assuages any doubts that might have curdled under her skin. “I’m a badass when I feel like it but I don’t wear the jacket 24/7.” Sadie believed in trying on different parts of yourself like you tried on clothing in a store. Some days she was badass, rebellious and fearless and conquering. Other days she was soft and shy and reserved. Some days she was curious, other days withdrawn. She viewed herself as a collection of possibility and she never had to be exactly the same shape in the morning as she was when she went to bed.

The french is well...oof...who doesn’t have a thing for accents? French particular such a beautiful, sensual language. She could get used to being called mon cher. “I like to ask the hard question first and then the easy question, give you a breather, a chance to recover.” Sadie listens with rapt fascination as Breeze shares her answer. “That must have been profound to witness.” Her stare is lingering, on the way the strands of her hair kiss her neck, on the way her smile lights up her whole face. The doors open and she leads the way out, glad that her room isn’t too far down the hallway. That pesky card key tries to escape her fumbling fingers but she pulls it from her pocket and gets the door open, holding it with her body so that Breeze can pass. “Entrez vous,” she offers. “I took one semester in high school. I was great at mimicking the accent and understanding pronunciation but goddamn my comprehension was awful.”

Dana was used to the tempo of the media room: in, out. Fast. Had to do it yesterday. Most hookups she had gone like that as well, and she had adapted. She had gotten used to a whirl of hormones growing into a come-and-gone crescendo. Courting and appreciation outside of the physical almost seemed like something of a bygone era, but perhaps this woman would prove her wrong. Dana hoped she did; Said was proving to be very interesting already.

The brief touch on the neck was worth it. Smooth, soft skin. Hearing her name was definitely worth it. Fuck, Sadie’d sound hot moaning that underneath her. Dana’s hand settled back onto her shoulder. “I’m a guest at the hotel. What about you?” It’d be rather fortunate for them to both be guests there. They could take their time. See each other more easily if they desired. They continued to move, pressed against each other, Dana’s mind easily slipping into imagining the softness of Sadie’s skin underneath. Still, all she allowed herself was her hand nonchalantly moving onto her waist. 

The hand settling on her shoulder makes goosebumps erupt as Sadie grinned with glee. Another guest at the hotel. Oh this was ideal.  She’s so happy about it she could kiss Dana right now, is so tempted to, settles by just barely tracing her lips against the crook of her neck where it met the shoulder. She smells so good. She feels so good underneath her hands. The vibe between them feels like potential, like an immediate entree of physical chemistry with the possible surprise side of something more. “I’m also a guest at the hotel.” Such a simple phrase with so much meaning, more like a triumphant call to arms than a run of the mill reply.

“What do you do when you aren’t being insanely alluring in the middle of the dancefloor, Dana?” Sadie understands that sometimes people want to collide but not connect. She respects that, believes there’s room for it, but she always like to leave the door open. She’d love to get to know. She’d love to know more than the warmth of your skin if you wanted her to.

breeze wholeheartedly agreed. “the company part definitely makes a night of sleep better.”

wait. sadie? ding. now she knew why she was familiar. a memory of sitting down with chef victor remington for a magazine piece floated into her mind; along with him boasting about his daughter, sadie’s, bakery. it seemed cooking ran in the family. sometimes journalism was a weird field to be in. you were acquaintances with numbers of people and found out so much about their families, friends, etc. 

as sadie thanked her, breeze knew it would bother her if she didn’t bring it up. “it’s my pleasure, amour. and i do feel like it’d be strange if i didn’t say anything, but i’m a journalist? i’ve written a piece on your dad and i just wanted to be up front since i do know who you are. i mean, i didn’t realize until you said your name. he sort of bragged about you a bit when we talked and it was one of the cutest things ever,” breeze laughed lightly. 

the elevator dinged, opening its doors and breeze stepped in – pressing the third floor button.  

Sadie’s tongue flicks out to wet her lower lip. She really hopes the line about company making for better sleep is flirtation, promise. This woman is almost too fucking stunning to be interested, out of Sadie’s league, on a whole other level. But oh she’d cook a fucking kitchen full of baked goods for just a taste. To be maybe worthy of falling asleep with her fingers tangled in those soft looking strands of hair.

Her head tilts with interest when Breeze confesses to a level of connection that was unexpected. Not in a bad way, definitely not in a dealbreaker way. She has always been good at keeping her own business separated from her father’s fame and Breeze doesn’t feel like a threat or a concern to that habitable peace. “I appreciate the honesty, that’s very kind.” Most of the pieces written about her father were positive, though no one could completely avoid critique, but her father had raised her with a deep rooted respect for journalism, to take the critiques as just as important in your growth as the praises. “Oh no, did he? Did he tell you the story where I basically got every kid on my block with an easy bake oven to lend it to me so I could start an illegal bakery behind my above ground pool. I got them to pay me in candy and dollar store toys and trinkets.”

She’s smiling when they step into the elevator, smiling and standing close to Breeze and leaning towards her the way a plant grows towards sunlight.  “What’s your favorite piece you’ve ever written? About anyone or anything? I have such a love for what you do. The stories you tell, the voices you give to people. I like to think I tell stories too sometimes but with sprinkles and fondant and piping bags.”

Gabi turned around at the sound of a very familiar voice, grinning as the blonde spoke about melted cookies. “Sadie?” she asked, excited. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she beamed. She looked at all of the bags on the floor. “You know me, I will happily accept food in payment for anything,” she quipped. Gabi pulled the other girl into a hug before releasing her and bending down to pick up the bags. Gabi often found it strange when she bumped into old friends at the hotel, but she was very excited to see Sadie. In fact Gabi was the one who had told her about the little hotel hidden in plain sight, because she knew just how much Sadie would enjoy it.

“Gabi!!!” The raven haired beauty turns and Sadie’s face filters into joyful recognition and excitement. As much as she loves meeting new people, it eases some of her nerves to know there are old friends too, safe spaces she knows how to navigate. It’s so easy to return the hug, all to easy to want it to last longer because Gabi always smells so good. “Oh well now you’re gonna get all the extra stops pulled out for you. We are gonna have our cookies with some creamy cocktails, like a grownup version of cookies and milk that’ll get us tipsy as fuck. I’m demanding an impromptu girl’s night, we need to catch up.” She was so grateful her friend had told her about the hotel. Sadie had been in need of a reset, something new, and so far it had done wonders for her spirit. Heading for the elevator, she can’t take her eyes off the other girl. “How long are you booked for? I hope I’m not catching you on the tail end of your stay.”

Damien was often so zoned in during his shows that it was hard for him to pay attention to anything besides the music. Of course every once in a while he might pick a face out of the crowd. Make a point to throw his drum stick in that direction and hope they took it as a sign to come find him after. More often than not it worked with very few exceptions. He’d do a bit of flirting and depending on how drunk he’d let himself get may have even invited them back to the van he was touring in for a quick rendezvous before skipping to the next gig. Sadie was just supposed to be another one of those girls. A girl he’d locked eyes with for a little too long during one of his personal favorites. Someone he tossed a drum stick too with the same expectations he always had. He chalked it up to coincidence when it happened more than once, and began to welcome her appearance at a few additional shows. It didn’t mean anything, but the sex was good. No. The sex was great. So seeing her now at Love Hotel was anything but disappointing. 

The same couldn’t have been said for his balance as his fingers dug into the couch. He chuckled nervously as though he was trying to play it off as he squeaked his shoe against the flooring to test and see if there was any truth to that to no avail. “Yeah definitely. Gotta keep this place looking all nice and shiny right? The pools at these kinds of places are probably world-famous for their chlorine intake.” Damien mused, letting his jaw drop at her passivity towards Star Wars. “It’s fine. My heart only hurt a little at that one. I didn’t need it anyway.” He feigned hurt as he gripped at his chest before actually pushing off to grab the rest of her bags, including the ones in her hands in a less than impressive display of strength. “I don’t blame you. There’s lots of different samples to try from here.” He said as he started to follow after her. 

Sadie normally found the rock stars a little too cold for her liking. She understood why, of course, with that kind of career walls were necessary. Everyone wanted a piece of you and if you gave it to them you’d have nothing left for yourself. Damien though, he’d found a way to walk that fence, keep you at arms length enough to feel mysterious and unattainable, but he was friendly, nerdy, funny. Humor was his seduction, it was his greatest talent. Or maybe Sadie was just particularly susceptible to wanting to kiss people who could make her laugh. First at the pool comment, her response a light chuckle and the shrug of one half bared shoulder. “I mean, if you come to a place like this and you don’t fuck in the pool at least once....were you even here at all?” 

And then he’s teasing her about the Star Wars thing and she’s laughing harder. “Time heals all wounds, Peach. I’m sure there are plenty of other girls who can get nerdy over Wookies with you while in the middle of having some Nookie.” It’s a bad joke...but she’s got a love for awful attempts at humor and she makes herself laugh all over again. Suddenly the bags are gone from her hands, he’s taken them all, and her brow raises at his attempt at some sort of manly display. “Alright Hercules,” she muses as she leads him to the elevator. Perfect timing, the doors open for them the second she hits the button. “Lemme guess, you’ve got like a penthouse deluxe suite right? Do you have your own private pool in your room? “

Dana’s personality and career made for a great combination of both reading and executing non-verbals. Until coming back to this hotel, she hadn’t done the flirting non-verbals in a while, but hoepfully it would all come flooding back as her vacation went on. The woman seemed to want to savor the moment. Dana could give her that. Besides, now that she found someone bold, she doubted she would go back on that choice.

Feeling much more aware now, Dana allowed herself to relish in the pressure of the woman’s hands on her hips. The way she swayed and moved against her. A small smirk flitted across Dana’s face at the compliment. Still, she couldn’t let it get too much to her head. If this was to be a courtship, she’d have to be patient. Delayed gratification was something she could appreciate. Humming, she relished in the feel of the woman’s nose against her shoulder, her hands running through hair. “We could strike quite the balance, don’t you think?” she asked playfully, continuing to move intimately against her. Dana moved her hand from the woman’s shoulder, lightly brushing her neck before sliding back down. “Nice to meet you, Sadie. I’m Dana.”

Sadie was playful by nature. Of course she had her days and nights were hunger boiled white hot and made her toes curl and she needed release now. But more often than that she preferred a slow heady build up, she liked to taste and tease and get a feel for the chemistry. Even if you were a one night hook up she wanted you to feel savored, she wanted partners to feel like they were worth seducing and wooing. Even in the most purely physical of dynamics she felt like there was an important space for emotional connection. For threads to be intertwined. This girl was a 20 out of 10 and she deserved the effort, to feel savored and adored.

That hum is worth it, as drowned out as it is by the music, it makes Sadie’s heart race. There is a high she gets from making new potential connections. Will you be a casual fling, a one night stand, a friend with benefits, a lover? Will you like me, will you find comfort in me, will you think about the way I touch you and get wet all over again? The possibilities thump thump in her chest like the bass beat of the music and she shivers when those fingers brush down her neck. “Dana.” Oh she’s gonna enjoy moaning that later. “Are you local or a guest of the hotel?” They could have a good night either way, it would just affect whether or not she could bring her back to the hotel or if they’d need to find a space in a dark corner of this establishment to make each other shiver. Sadie was hoping for the hotel, oh she was praying for the hotel.

               airpods  in,  all  mallory  had  planned  on  doing  for  the  rest  of  her  evening  was  zoning  out  &&  forgetting  that  the  rest  of  the  world  even  existed.  despite  staying  at  the  hotel,  her  LA  clients  were  beckoning  —  though  she  had  once  sworn  to  herself  that  this  was  supposed  to  be  a  VACATION.  after  working  from  the  start  to  prove  her  parents  ideals  wrong  even  now  that  she  had  habits  were  difficult  to  break.  feet  dragged  as  she  wandered  into  the  hotel  lobby,  groaning  inwardly  with  each  step,  as  she  felt  the  tap  on  her  shoulder.

                attitude  changed  at  the  sight  of  the  blonde,  at  the  warmth  of  the  other’s  smile  —  &&  cookies  ??  very  tempting.  a  slow  smirk  crossing  her  lips,  she  shrugged  as  airpuds  came  off,  offering  her  arms  to  carry  some  of  the  bags.  “you  sure  ??  i  tend  to  burn  any  &&  everything  the  moment  i  step  into  a  kitchen,”  she  teased,  but  continued.  “can’t  say  i  have,  or  ever  really  had  from  scratch  cookies  in  general,  if  i’m  being  honest.  i  tend  to  rely  on  store  cookies,  not  even  a  betty  crocker  mix.  but  if  i’m  gonna  lose  my  baking  virginity,  i  have  a  feeling  there’s  no  one  better  to  lose  it  to.”

God she’s cute. She’s cute and Sadie loses the ability to do more than flirtatiously play with her hair for a few seconds. Oh she wants those red strands to billow out, stark contrast against the white of her pillows. She wants to know what shape those lips form when releasing a drawn out moan. Baking cookies isn’t always inherently a form of seduction with Sadie...but in this case she absofuckinglutely wants it to be.

Arms offered is the only sign Sadie needs. Two bags are gently worked into the redhead’s possession and the warning is met with a confident smile. “Nobody burns anything with me. I’m an excellent teacher. So if anyone was gonna take your baking from scratch virginity it should be me.” She tries not to shudder at the mention of grocery store cookies. Tasteless heaps of too much flour and not enough heart, an offense to her soul. With all the bags accounted for she grins at the girl and nods for her to follow as she makes a beeline for the elevator. “I’m Sadie. And what should I call you, my first official baking student at this hotel.”

Donnie had to let out another laugh, his chest filling up with warmth and love. He never really felt quite like this with anyone else, but Sadie was…well, Sadie. She was his everything and more. “Mm, you certainly feel real,” he told her in a much softer voice, one of his hands running through her hair now. “Fuck, I’m so happy you’re here.” It was genuine, his expression gentle and his smile sweet. 

He kept his hold on her, never wanting to pull away. “Of course you would,” he said with a chuckle, before he decided to lean in to gently peck her on the lips. He missed her every day they weren’t together, he ached for her. “Oh, Sadie baby. We need to grab as much food our arms can carry and bring it up to my room. We have to catch up, okay? You game?” 

She loves when his voice gets soft like that, when she’s tucked against him and can feel it rumbling in his chest. Donnie is like an open dam, a pure shot of affection. Sometimes she kisses him or buries her fingers in his hair, needs to hold him so tight because she is so overwhelmed with adoration for him that she feels like her skin and bones can’t contain it. It’s hard to describe their relationship with words. Just friends feels like an offense. And the truth is that together they have spun together a new definition of what friendship feels like for them, what it looks like. She loves him. She loves him in a way that is for him and only him and there is no end to the methods with which she could express that trust and that emotional intimacy.

So of course she returns the peck to her lips with a soft sigh, like his mouth is soothing aloe on a burn she didn’t know she had yet. “Baby, yes please. Pleaaaase.” Another scattered series of kisses along his cheek and jaw, a little nip of her teeth against his lower lip. She’s so happy, she’s so happy and she missed him so much. “Okay...okay...I know we’re both bottomless pits so let’s double team this, my darling love of my life. You scoop up the entree type items, and I will scoop up the snacks and the sides. And is it bad that I’m already inviting myself to stay in your room tonight? I want to cuddle you till you’re absolutely sick of me.”

7/10

7/10. This is one of those grey areas where like....if it is a kink for my partner and will help them get off, then I can engage and I can get into it knowing that it’s getting them aroused. But for myself, on my own, gags are not a thing I enjoy because I’m very auditory about sex. I want to hear my partners. I want to hear myself.

10/10. Fucking hot. Especially if you spank me because you’re about to cum, that shit will drive me crazy.

No. Nope. 0/10. Do not pass go.

12/10. I’m not into ALL roleplay, but medical roleplay is a favorite and something I’m always down for. I’ve got naughty nurse outfits ready to go.

Riddle me this. Do you know what kind of candles are best for wax play? If you do then 8/10 for you....temperature play definitely pleases my sensation kink. If you don’t know what candles are best for this I’m gonna say none for you glen coco cause I don’t play kink unless my partner has done their homework.

Dana knew what this area had a reputation for. So did everyone else, probably. She could buy that some didn’t if they were just passing through, but most knew what the main attraction was. Casting aside professionalism had been something she had promised herself while on vacation. That meant no shame in using her various, feminine assets to get what she wanted out of her stay. So what if she enjoyed some toying and teasing? It all turned out the same way. Some people would stare but then avert their gaze after being called out. The bold ones would approach. Dana usually picked out of the bolder ones. She may have initiated, but the forward ones usually got the prize.

She allowed herself to be reeled in, intrigued at how bold the blonde would get. The warmth between their bodies seemingly blocking out everything else. “Oh? That big of a concern, huh?” the woman hummed. “Well, you have been bold…” she leaned in closer, placing her hand on the blonde’s opposite shoulder and hip, “and, I think that deserves to be… rewarded,” she said, slowly, deliberately swaying her hips against the other woman’s as their bodies joined together.

Sadie has a quick quick slow rhythm when it comes to flirting. She feels drawn to people quickly, she’s fast on the draw when it comes to making her desire to touch and get a feel for another known. But once it’s clear there is flirting happening, once it’s clear the attention is a two way street, she likes to slow down a little. Savor the moment. She’s taking in the brunette’s perfume, the way her hips feel underneath her hands. She’s taking in the low husky tenor of her voice, the confidence in her eyes. Sadie is memorizing her, the heat between them, just in case this is all she gets.

“What can I say. When I have a good feeling about someone I don’t want to miss out,” she answered, a stroke to the brunette’s ego. That she was desirable, she was worth being bold for. Their bodies are moving together now, pressing intimately. Sadie can’t help but dip her head a little to trace the curve of the other girl’s shoulder with the tip of her nose. “I like rewards,” she murmured, fingers playing through dark tresses as she pulled her closer. “Giving and receiving. I’m Sadie.”