#baking babka late is a nightmare but such a vibe

[by-ego]

Late night, Asher x Babe

Just some cute Asher and Babe stuff. She/they ashkenazi jewish Babe with good music taste. Asher being intrudused to Babes and their friends diffrent cultures. Him loving it. Asher being in love with Babe <3

Asher came home late, much much later than he usually does. He unlocked the door and stepped inside, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake up his sleeping mate. But when he stepped inside he heard music coming from the kitchen, in Arabic and russian. He could also smell honey, cinnamon and wild berries. He closed his eyes and took in the sensation of his mates ethnic baking and music. He kicked off his shoes, knowing babe would whoop his ass if she saw him wearing shoes in the apartment, and headed towards the kitchen to greet his lover. 

Babe was sitting on the counter, eyes closed and just vibing to the music as the oven was heating up and babka layed waiting to be baked. Rests of the mess making jam had caused was scattered in the sink. Babes' eyes shot open as they heard him enter the kitchen and a smile spread over their face. Ash smiled back and quickly stepped to his mate and wrapped his arms around their waist. He could feel her entire body relax and grow heavy as he embraced them, their head resting on his shoulder and their arms around his neck. He gently kissed her exposed shoulders and hands wandering over her naked thighs. All she was wearing was his t-shirt and very short shorts. That is usually what she slept in, and she changed as soon as she got out of bed, so it was clear how tired they had been when they started the long process of baking babka. No words needed to be exchanged, they both knew the other had had a long day, and just needed to rest in the embrace of the other. 

Soon the timer made its noice signalling that the oven and dough was ready and Asher picked his mate up from the counter and put them on the floor. He kissed their neck, a gentle and soft kiss, and whispered that he was going to clean himself up before coming back to join them. They nodded and turned to place a kiss on Asher’s cheek, leaving a smile on his face. He wanted nothing more than for them to join him in the shower, but the slight dampness of their hair showed that she had showered not long before. And if Ash asked them to join him, they both knew that they wouldn't just be showering, not with how much he had missed them. But they were both too tired, he knew that. So instead he rested his forehead on hers, eyes lazily gazing at them, before kissing them one last time and leaving the kitchen. 

The hot water hit his body and relaxed his muscles, he took a deep breath and let his head fall back, resting against the tiles. He let the warm sensation of the water wash the stress and ache of the day. He wished he had his mate there with him, resting against his chest, water running down their back. His hands on their body, her hands on his, helping him wash off.  He needed to feel them against him, but not right now. He knew that. He picked up the shampoo and drizzled out enough into his hand before lathering up his hair. Washing out the shampoo was always his favourite part, feeling the water wash out the dirt from his scalp. His shoulders sank and he closed his eyes, just breathing. 

Ensay by Saad Lamjarred was playing when he came out from the bathroom, just sweatpants hanging low on his hips. Babes' shoulders and hands were moving to the music, their hips swaying. He loved seeing them dance, her movements hypnotising. He saw the light on in the oven, and a timer ticking, showing that the sweet jewish bread was being baked. His chest pressed up against their back, hands snaking around their waist, and moving to the song with them. He was still getting used to the music, language, cooking and culture, not just from her, but from her friends too. He knew that the playlist playing was a shared playlist between her friends, coming from many cultures. He loved it, even if he didn’t always understand what was being said and why certain things were done the way they were, but nonetheless, he loved to learn. Especially for them. The song changed, russian this time. He recognized the voice but not the song. Erika Lundmoen. “Крыльями” they whispered, he looked at them with confusion. “It’s the name of the song, it means wings,” she smiled. She had turned around to face him, her chest pressed to his. One hand on his cheek, their other on his shoulder. He leaned down, kissing them. A deep and loving kiss, one filled with hunger for the other person. They broke the kiss, catching their breath, just to crash her lips to his again the next second. 

Not how either of them had expected the night to end. Making out in the kitchen to ночь by ooes, both of them lacking a lot of clothes, waiting for babka to get done and both very tired and drunk in love with each other.

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