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Reader x Older!Oliver Knight - Jaffa Cakes

Title: Jaffa Cakes
Fandom: Ikemen Revolution
Character: Oliver Knight
Genre: AU (older!Oliver)
Warnings: None
Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience
Word Count: 690 words
Other comments: He might be a bit ooc, and sorry for that; this is supposed to take place after his route (the route that does not yet exist) when he’s a bit more gentle because, ideally, Alice would break his curse in his route

You pull the fork through the semi-set chocolate, feathering the solidifying cocoa into a beautiful design. With a smile, you arrange all of the small jaffa cakes on the silver tray before adding a small cup filled with orange jam and a few slices of fresh orange around the edges for presentation. You were very proud of what you had made, but less proud of the mess that you would have to clean up after sharing the treats with Oliver.

The tea pot squeals, so you take it off the fire and pour some of the boiling water into fine tea cups before adding a blooming tea flower to both. You lift the tray slowly, as to ensure that nothing fell off, and leave the small kitchen.

Oliver is coming inside when he sees you, so he props the door open for you. “What is this?”

“Tea and desserts! Come to the garden patio with me, Oliver. I want you to try the biscuits I made~”

His eyes sparkle with interest, wondering what you could have made for him. Like a gentleman, he waits for you to set the tray down on the outdoor table before he pulls out the metal chair for you to take a seat.

Blushing slightly, you thank him and arrange your skirt as he pushes you in and takes his own seat.

“What are they?” he inquires softly, adding two cubes of sugar to his tea.

“They’re called Jaffa cakes – something I grew up with.” You offer him one and then take two for yourself. “It’s a digestive biscuit with orange jam and then a layer of feathered chocolate. I think I tempered it pretty well.”

Oliver raises an eyebrow because he did not understand what you were talking about.

With a gentle laugh, you wave your hand and prompt him to take a bite. “Try it.”

He watches you intently, the passion in your eyes glowing brightly, so he did as asked and took a large bite of the cookie. The biscuit part crumbled beautifully and harmonized with the sharp tang of orange and sultry chocolate coating. “This is really good!” he explained, surprised that such a simple biscuit could bring so much flavour.

You clapped your hands together and ate a full jaffa cake in one bite. “I’m happy you like them! I know you like sweet things, but not overly sweet, so it was a good in between.”

After eating the rest of it, Oliver could not help but think back to his childhood. He remembered a similar biscuit that his mother would make for him when he was sick.

His expression hardens for a moment, so you cup your hand over his and coax his attention back to you. “Are you alright?”

He nods. “These just reminded me of something.”

“Something good?”

Oliver shakes his head again and sips at his tea before eating another cake. At this rate, there would be none for the others, but you didn’t think that Oliver would want to share them.

As his teeth sunk into the chocolate, a drop of orange jam falls and lands on the bow around his neck, but he does not notice.

A smile tugs at your lips, so you stand up and approach him with a napkin in hand. After wiping away the jam, Oliver catches your hand and kisses your palms gently.

Your face immediately flushes, accustomed to Oliver displaying his affection for you, so you lean down and return his kiss by pressing your lips to his cheek.

“Thank you,” he mumbles. His breath is warm on your neck and smell of chocolate and orange. It sends goosebumps rippling across your skin, so you sink to your knees and cup his face gently. “Can you teach me how to make these?”

“Any time, Oliver,” you reply with a smile.

His arm goes around your waist and he pulls you to sit on the edge of the table, your legs gangling back and forth. You squeak and place a hand on his shoulder to balance yourself until he stands up and cups your face to kiss you properly.