It blew Cassia’s mind that Home Ec was the one class that she struggled with.  Cooking wasn’t her forte, since she didn’t have to cook for herself growing up.  She wasn’t trying to brag, but her grandfather who raised her was well-off. They always had someone who did that for them.  Pairing that with the fact that the Unovian measurements that she did learn in primary school were not the same measurements that were used by every other region, it made the cooking assignments in this class more difficult than they had any right being.  While she wasn’t failing by any means, it just did not come as naturally to her as things like math or battle studies— which is why she was grateful it happened to be the one class she shared with Arven.  It was no surprise to her that he excelled at it.  He was without a doubt the top of that class.  She was very fortunate that whenever it was time to partner up, she was always his first pick.  Even before they hooked up, she was the only one he ever wanted to work with.

Cassia had never admitted it out loud, but seeing Arven flex his skills in Home Ec class always turned her on.  It just cemented the fact that he was 100% husband material.  He was a textbook future malewife.  Not only was he good at cooking, sewing, and all things domestic, he had the patience of a saint when it came to her.  He never laughed or got frustrated when she tripped up on an assignment.  He also made it a point to always compliment her on a job well done, which is kind of what got her into this mess.

While this assignment wasn’t a group assignment, Arven still worked beside Cassia.  They both took their cookies out the oven at the same time. His were thick and fluffy.  They were so perfect-looking; they could pass as professionally baked.  Hers on the other hand…  It embarrassed her to even look at them.  Just seeing hers beside his made her wanted to cry and dump them in the garbage. This wasn’t the first batch of cookies that she ruined either.  She had no clue where she kept messing up.  She held off on bothering Arven for help the first two times, but now she had given up on it.  Her pride was not worth failing what was supposed to be the easy class.

“I don’t get it!” she huffed.  She looked over at Arven in desperation.  “What am I doing wrong?”

With her elbows resting against the counter, she dropped her head to her hands in frustration.  She was so irritated she wanted to cry.  She tensed when she felt hands come down on her shoulders.  She lifted her head when she felt Arven rubbing them.

“First of all,” he started. “Gonna need you to calm down, little buddy.  You’re working yourself up and it’s making this harder for you.”

“But I still can’t figure it out!” she replied, trying to keep her voice down.

“Shh, we’ll work through it together.”  He peeked over her shoulder, offering her a smile.  His eyes glanced up at the clock on the wall, then back down to her.  “There’s still enough time in class to make one more batch.  I’ll walk you through it.  Sound good?”

Heat crept to her cheeks as she nodded.  She hoped everyone else in class didn’t see how he just babied her.  She looked around as she straightened up and noticed the other students were too focused on their own work to pay attention to them in the back of the room.  Soon, his hands were off her shoulders and pulled the recipe book so it sat between them on the counter.

“So, from what I’ve noticed, you’ve got all the measurements right…  You’re just not following the directions exactly as written.  You’re getting ahead of yourself.  If you take your time to do it right, they’ll turn out better.”

“What do you mean?”

Arven pointed to a line on the page saying ‘Butter (Softened)’ and looked at her.

“This,” he said.

“Okay?” she said.

“Your butter was too cold. You didn’t let it soften earlier,” he told her.  “It doesn’t cream as well when it’s cold and hard.”

She nodded.

“Also, you’re dumping everything in the bowl instead of doing it in steps.  It may not seem like it matters, but with dough it does make a difference.”

“I see,” she said. She was definitely guilty of throwing everything in the bowl then mixing.  With this in mind, she decided to go through it one more time.  He read the lines out to her and she followed his instructions.  It took more time to make the cookie dough, but it did look better when it was time to roll it into balls and put it on the baking sheet.

“A lot less crumbly, huh?” Arven asked, triumphantly folding his arms over his chest.  “I think these’ll be the winners, Cass.”

She smiled as she placed them on the oven rack.  Once hers began to bake, she reached over to grab one of Arven’s now that they had cooled.

“Mm, I think I’ll just leave this to you when it’s not for a grade,” she said.  “You’re too good at this.”

Arven laughed and shook his head.  “You mean you don’t want to bake with me?”

“I don’t mind baking with you,” she said.  “I don’t want to cramp your style though.”

“You won’t.  Just wait ten more minutes and you’ll see,” he assured her.  He then pointed at the oven.  “Those in there are gonna be even better than that batch.  I promise.”

Cassia grinned as she waited for her own to be finished.  She didn’t tell Arven about how much she enjoyed baking with him. She felt like if she began telling him, she’d really end up flustered.  She’d bring it up later on when they were alone.

Those ten minutes passed rather quickly as the two of them cut up and talked about their other classes. The timer was beeping before she knew it.

“Moment of truth, Cassie,” he said.  “Let’s see what you got.”

Her heart raced when she saw him open the oven and place their last batch on the cooling rack. She wanted to look away, but she also wanted to see how they came out.  Arven was beaming when he turned to her.  They both stepped back.

“Look at that,” he said. “They’re identical to mine now!”

She was impressed at how different they looked compared to her previous batches.

“I hope they taste identical,” she laughed.  

After waiting for them to cool, he reached over and grabbed one off the pan.  He bit into it tentatively, but that was all gone in an instant.  Before she knew it, a wide smile crossed his face.  He brought the other half of the cookie to her mouth.  She went to shake her head, but that raised brow of his made her part her lips.  She couldn’t believe he was feeding her right there in front of all their classmates. A wild blush covered her face as she looked into his eyes while biting into it.

“Oh, my gosh,” she whispered after swallowing.  It was like eating a gourmet dessert.  It had just the right amount of sweet and crunch.  It was sweet and warm— much like him, she thought.  It was the best cookie she’d ever made!  “Arven… We did it!”

“You did it,” he said.  After finishing the rest of the cookie and licking the crumbs off his fingers, he wiped his hand on his apron then ruffled her hair.  “Good girl.  I knew you could do it.”

She froze in that moment. Her face turned an even brighter red and her breath quickened.  Arven didn’t seem to notice her reaction to his compliment, as he had begun to pack up their cookies and clean their station.  She tried to shake it off as she helped him, but after hearing that, everything seemed to happen in slow motion.  Those last few minutes before the bell rang lasted an eternity.  The moment class was dismissed, Cassia grabbed all her things and quickly left.  She had no intentions of going to her last class of the day.  There was no way she’d be able to pay attention at all. She was a good student, so skipping one class wouldn’t hurt.  She couldn’t make a habit of it, but she definitely needed to get this out of her system.

As she headed towards the dormitory, Nemona passed her by in the hallway.  She was half-hoping she didn’t run into her friend, because then she’d have to come up with an excuse as to why she’d be skipping the class that they shared.

“Wrong way, Cassie,” she teased.

“I’m going to my dorm,” Cassia mumbled.  “I don’t feel well.”

“Oh!” Nemona exclaimed. The other girl’s hand immediately reached forward; she pressed the back of it to Cassia’s forehead.  “Yeah, you do feel a little warm.  Do you need to go to the nurse?”

Cassia shook her head. “No.  I think I’ll be fine.  I’m going to lay down.  If I still feel like this after a nap, I’ll go see Nurse Miriam.”

Nemona nodded.  “Well, I hope you feel better.  I’ll be sure to take notes for you!”

“Appreciate it, Nemo,” she said.  “I’ll catch you later.”

After slipping past Nemona, Cassia threw up the hood of her hoodie and snuck back to her room without being stopped by anyone else.  The moment she was inside, she collapsed on her bed.  Arven was going to be the death of her.  When he said things like that, she wanted to melt in front of everyone. Good girl?  Really?  Was he trying to make her cum?  

Her entire body tingled and her hand drifted south—to her panties, where she rubbed herself through them. Her mind started to wander and her imagination ran wild.  She didn’t think she was into that kind of thing, but what did she know?  She always considered herself more dominant, yet she didn’t think she had ever been more turned on in her life than she was in that moment.  She wasn’t used to anyone giving her directions, or taking control in any way. She couldn’t help but think of him using that same voice from earlier on her in the bedroom, patiently talking her through what he wanted her to do to him, complimenting and praising her… calling her a good girl again.  She quickly worked herself up to a full-blown orgasm.  She shuddered with pleasure as she came, throwing a hand over her mouth to stifle her moaning and panting.  Her legs shook as she squeezed them tight.  Then, she melted onto the bed, completely drained of energy.  She felt lightheaded and weak.  She couldn’t believe how hard she had climaxed.  She was so blissed out after she had finished that she drifted right off to sleep.

***

Knocking on her door woke Cassia up from her deep slumber.  The room was dark.  From the looks of it, she had napped past sundown.  She managed to pull herself up out of the bed and straighten out her skirt before crossing the room to see who woke her up.  As soon as she opened the door, Arven stood there beaming at her.

“Oh, good.  You’re alive,” he said with a light laugh.  “Nemona caught me after class and told me you got sick, then I couldn’t get in touch with you.  I was worried…  Are you feeling better, buddy?”

“Yeah,” she said.  Her cheeks instantly burned as she remembered what caused all this.  “I think I just needed to lay down.  I’m better now.”

“It wasn’t the cookies, was it?” he asked.  She shook her head.  “Well, that’s good.  I brought you some soup just in case.”  He held out a bag, which she accepted.  There was more than one container in it.  When she opened it to look inside, he added, “I brought your cookies too. You let them with me.”

“Thank you,” she said. “You… wanna come in?”

Arven nodded and stepped inside.  When he closed the door behind him, he took a step forward.  A wicked smile crossed his face.

“All right.  Tell the truth, Cassie,” he started, his voice taking a completely different tone.  “What’s the real reason you needed to lay down?  Hm?  You were looking awfully red when you left class earlier.”

“I…”  Her mouth dropped open at his accusation.  His words had sent her emotions to the moon and back, leaving her a blushing mess.  Then, he pulled the bag out of her hands and sat it on the counter so that he could pull her body close to his.  His arms wrapped around her waist as his lips found hers.  He kissed her softly then slowly began to deepen the kiss. His hand slipped beneath her skirt, down the front of her panties.  Calloused fingers rubbed over her pussy and she moaned against his mouth.

“You’re wet, Cass. You’ve been thinking about me all day, haven’t you?”

She nodded breathlessly.

“I knew it.  I could smell it on you the moment you opened the door.”

He pushed her back against the countertop as he kissed her again.  She moaned again as his tongue licked the inside of her mouth.  They were still clothed, yet the heat radiating from their bodies was burning hot.

“I didn’t put it all together until I walked up here.”  He was smiling against her lips.  His hand reached up to grab her chin; his thumb brushed her bottom lip.  “‘Good girl,’ huh?  Didn’t think that was your thing.  You liked that?”

“Uh-huh,” she admitted, still panting heavily.  He pressed his lips against hers again.  His free hand came up to her hair and scratched her scalp.

“You like it when I’m gentle with you, don’t you?” he purred.  “You like it when I tell you what to do?”

She bobbed her head desperately.  His hand slid out from under her skirt; it went right to the front of his pants. He unzipped them and pulled out his cock.  It sprang free, already hard.  He wrapped her hand around it.  Her eyes met his for approval before she began stroking him.  She couldn’t believe how excited he got in only a matter of moments. After stealing one last kiss, Arven stepped back.

“On your knees, Cassia.”

Her face broke into a wide smile and she nodded eagerly.  She quickly moved to her knees in front of him.  The heady scent of his arousal hit her nose as he stroked himself between her lips, teasing her with the tip.  She stuck out her tongue to lick around it before letting him slip into her mouth.  His hand tangled in her hair.

“Suck it,” he ordered in that soothing voice of his.  His fingers tightened in her hair.  She moaned around his cock as she took more of him, bobbing her head up and down faster. “That’s it.  Just like that.”

She looked up at him, gauging his expression.  Those glistening eyes of his were so soft, yet so dark with desire.  She didn’t know how both could be possible.  His hands remained on the side of her head as he guided her pace, encouraging her to keep going.  The pleasure of feeling his dick throb between her lips drove her further and deeper.

“Take it all, Cass. Relax your throat for me, babygirl.”

Cassia obeyed; she let her jaw open wider.  She took as much of him as she could without gagging and then some.  He let out a loud groan of approval.

“You make me feel so good,” he whispered.  “Fuck… I don’t wanna cum just yet.”

He pulled out of her mouth, then offered his hand to her.  When she accepted it, he pulled her up to her feet.  She thought he was going to take her to the bed, but instead, he lifted her and sat her on her countertop.  She leaned back, planting her palms behind her to keep herself steady as Arven reached beneath her skirt and tugged her panties off.  He wasted no time pushing his cock inside of her.  She threw her arms around his neck to hold on as he began to thrust up into her.  His hips pressed against hers, each time sliding in a little further than the previous time.  His hands left her waist and his arms wrapped around her.  When she whimpered in pleasure, he shushed her.

“Shh.  Hold it together, Cass.  Don’t cum just yet.  It’ll be better if we take our time.”

She buried her face in his neck when he said this.  Her face burned at the memory of him saying basically the same thing during class earlier. His words were true and she trusted him completely, letting him fuck her slowly.  Every inch of him pressed against her in the most delightful way imaginable.  His cock rubbed against her clit each time he withdrew, and she couldn’t help but moan against him in response.

“A-Arven…” she stammered as she clung to him.  “Arven… Please, I’m close.”

“Me too, Cass…  Hold it together a little longer for me.”

With his urging, she held on.  He kept fucking her at that slow, deliberate pace.  She could feel every inch of him as it teased her.  It was torture, sweet agony, but she held on as best she could. She felt him twitch inside of her. His body tensed.  He grunted; his arms tightened around her.

“Good girl. That’s my good girl.”  His voice was strained.  He was barely holding it together himself.  “Go on and cum for me, Cassia.”

Cassia moaned as she felt him cum inside of her.  She didn’t need to hold anything back anymore.  She felt the warmth start to spread throughout her.  She clamped down around him, squeezing and milking his climax from him.  He grunted again and then he began to tremble.  She held him tightly as he finished inside of her, rocking his hips against hers as the last few spurts of his cum filled her.  They both panted, leaning their heads against one another.  They remained like that for a few moments until he was able to steady his breathing again.  When he pulled out, their cum pooled on the counter beneath her.  Arven grimaced at the sight of it.  She knew what he was thinking, but since he cooked all her meals, it wasn’t like he ruined a perfectly good place for food prep.

“Sorry…  I’ll clean this up for you,” he promised, softly kissing her jaw.  “But first, let’s clean you up.”

He fastened his pants before lifting her off the counter to carry her to her bathroom.  She was blushing again, but she couldn’t help but giggle.

“You know,” she laughed. “This settles it.”

“Settles what?” he asked as he sat her down on the toilet.

“You’re definitely husband material.”

He looked away, blushing and shaking his head as he cut on the faucet.