The fragrant smell of baking wafted through the Gadget house one early autumn afternoon.  The inspector stood in the kitchen, donning his pink apron over his typical attire as he held a bowl under one arm and whisked the contents with another.  Thanks to the sound of stirring combined with his jovial humming, he missed the sound of his niece joining him.

“Whatcha got there, Uncle Gadget?”

Gadget turned around with a big smile.  “Ah, hi there, Penny!  Just a little something sweet for your aunt,” he announced, winking as he held up the whisk.  “She’s back in town this evening!”

“Golly, it sure smells good,” Penny giggled.  She leaned down to peek into the oven.  “A pie?”

“Yep!  A banana cream pie, to be exact,” Gadget clarified.  “Now that you’re here, want to give me a hand?”

“Sure!”

Considering her uncle’s affinity for often burning or ruining food, she was more than eager to assist.  They spent the remainder of the afternoon together, doing everything from tempering the custard, to waiting on the crust to cool, to layering everything before letting it chill in the fridge.

“Wow, Uncle.  She must be rubbing off on you,” said Penny, in awe at his level of competence.  “This looks almost as good as one she’d make!”

Gadget chuckled at this, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Aha, well, thank you, Penny, but I’m not sure about that,” he said.  While the pie was sure to taste good, it wouldn’t be winning any awards for appearance.  “I think I may leave this to her though, and stick to inspecting.”

As he said this, a faint ringing was heard.  Penny tilted her head, wondering if he was going to answer that.

“Um, Uncle… I think the phone is ringing,” she eventually said.

“Oh!  Is that what that was?”

At the realization, a hand came out of his hat, holding a phone.

“Hello?” he said.  “What’s that, Nona…?  You’re where…?  Oh!  Be right there!”

The phone retreated into his hat and Gadget clapped his hands.

“Well, Penny.  Your aunt is already at the airport.”  He glanced at his watch.  “Wowsers!  Time really slipped away from me!  Will you and Brain be okay here while I run to go pick her up?”

Penny nodded.  Though she did want to see Wynona, she knew her uncle would probably be all gushy after a week without her, so she could wait until after he got all the lovey-dovey stuff out of his system.

“We’ll be fine,” she said.  “You better not keep her waiting!”

“Right.  I’ll be back shortly!”

With that, Gadget rushed out of the house and hopped into the Gadget-mobile.  He threw the car in reverse, nearly knocking over the garbage cans that sat near the road before hitting the gas and speeding in the direction of the Metro City airport.

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Wynona sat at the arrivals terminal, her suitcase between her legs on the floor in front of her.  Fingers drummed against her arm as she kept a close eye on her surroundings.  With a sigh, she looked up at the clock again.  About thirty minutes had passed since she called Gadget, who was supposed to be here when she landed.  She wasn’t offended, just bored and anxious to be home.

A commotion from down the way tore her attention away from the time.  Her face lit up and she jumped to her feet when she saw the man of her dreams weaving between folks, skating her direction with the siren in his hat blinking.  Her smile faded slightly when she noticed how fast he was coming towards her.  She closed her eyes and braced herself for a seemingly inevitable collision… that thankfully didn’t happen.  Gadget managed to deploy his umbrella in time to slow him down enough to stop just inches before her.  She was scooped up into his arms before she could even let out a breath of relief.

“Oh, Nona! Sorry I’m late,” Gadget apologized while squeezing her tight.  He spun her around and planted a big kiss on her cheek.  “I lost track of time!”

“It’s okay!” she said as he set her down and held her at arm’s length.  She got a good look at him and a big grin cracked on her face, immediately guessing what kept him.  “I can tell… Pink looks good on you, Inspector.”

Gadget looked down, realizing he had come all this way while still donning his apron.

“Aha… Whoops.  Guess my secret is out,” he chuckled.  “Well, no reason to wait around here, dear!  Let’s get a move on.  I have a cream pie with your name on it waiting at home!”

Wynona sucked in a breath so quickly that she choked as Gadget reached for her luggage.  Her eyes grew wide and jaw fell before what he actually said clicked.

Cream pie.

As in an actual pie, not—

Gadget quickly stood and patted her back.

“Ah, that dry air in planes always leaves me coughing too,” he said, in an attempt to soothe what he thought was an innocent cough.  She nodded along, knowing good and well that her mind was already in the gutter after being away from her man a week.  Gadget would never say something so scandalous, especially not in public, of course, but maybe she could still get it out of him…

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“Little sleepy from your trip, hm?” Gadget asked, breaking the ice.

Wynona looked up and over at him.

“Ah, yeah.  A little.”

The ride home had been quiet up until that point, with her mind fixated on dirty thoughts that she was too ashamed to admit.  It was times like these that the differences between them seemed like night and day.  She wanted to bring up what she had thought he said earlier, wondering if he’d have a laugh at it, but she didn’t want to embarrass him and ruin one of their favorite desserts for him in the process.  Still, she needed him too bad for her own good.  Biting her lip, she reached over and placed her hand on top of where his rested on the gearshift.  Though the sun was setting, she still had enough light to admire the pink hue his cheeks took.

“I missed you, y’know,” she purred, rubbing his gloved thumb with hers.

“I-I, aha… I missed you, too…”

“I’m looking forward to that cream pie,” she said, keeping her voice low. “But maybe… I can get a little something sweet after dessert?”

Another laugh rose out of him.  “Well… You know that I don’t keep many sweets in the hou—”

“I’m not talking about food, Gadget,” she interrupted, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.

His brows furrowed, having taken her statement literally. The fact that he had no clue that what she was saying was a double entendre turned her on even more.  After thinking, he opened his mouth again, only for her to cut him off before he could even speak.

“Or drink.”

The Gadget-mobile jerked slightly as his foot instinctively tapped the break when realization struck.  Thank goodness there were no cars behind them.  He cleared his throat, clutching both the wheel and gearshift a bit tighter.

“Oh.  You, uh… Y-You mean…  Me?”

“That’s exactly what I mean,” Wynona said.  Her eyes never strayed from him, watching as he tried his absolute hardest to keep his focus on the road ahead of him. 

“We, um…” he started off, clearing his throat before continuing.  “W-We can probably arrange that.”

She beamed, knowing that was a definite yes.  She gave his hand a squeeze before removing hers and sitting back in her seat, content to let heavy silence claim the rest of the car ride home.

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Wynona’s little welcome committee did such a wonderful job of making her feel at home, but nothing made her feel right where she belonged than what came shortly after Penny had gone to sleep for the night.  In the privacy of their bedroom, she rode Gadget, making sure to keep one hand firmly on his mouth so not to make much noise.  She rolled her hips, enjoying every muffled grunt and groan against her palm, as well as the way his eyes rolled back each time he bucked his hips for more.  She could feel him twitching balls-deep inside of her, so close to filling her with exactly what she wanted.  She just knew it was going to be a big one.  When she cupped him earlier, she could just feel how much of it was churning inside him after a week apart, just aching to flood her. 

With one hand on his bare chest and the other still silencing him, she leaned in, letting her hair curtain both of their faces as she lowered her lips to his ear.

“Cream for me, Gadget,” she breathed, accentuating her point with a well time squeeze of her velvety walls around him.   “Cream in me.”

The poor inspector’s eyes were crossed with pleasure, but he screwed them shut as he did his best to comply.  She felt his grip on her hips tighten as he drove upwards into her.  The vibrations of his string of moans tickled her palm.  She buried her face in the pillow beside his head, stifling her own squeals of ecstasy that were now being violently fucked out of her.  Gadget held her hips in place after he bucked against her one last time, and she shuddered and whined into the pillow as she felt each hot spurt coat her insides.  She clung onto him for dear life, letting each ripple of her climax milk him of every last drop.