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Before she entered Rosey glanced back to the window but found him already gone. Knowing what was about to happen she slipped inside before he could surprise her from behind.\n\nShe wasted no time in stripping off her work clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket before putting on her more casual outfit. A black sweater, baret, stockings and panties. It was light, fashionable and surprisingly cozy. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the kitchen as well, Rosey just had time to sit herself down on the sofa with a freshly poured glass before Parsnips appeared. Amazingly, not even wet from the rain either. \n\n“Rosey! You are back from vacation!?”\n\nHis voice was as tart and feminine as always, an acquired taste for most. \n\n“Vacation… Sure, thats a word for it. I am just surprised you actually left me alone for a while.” \n\nRosey took a long sip of her wine. She had been preparing herself for this odd reunion ever since she had talked to him about that night they spent together. It did not do much though, Parsnips was eternally consistent in his randomness and annoyingness alike.\n\nRosey watched as Parsnips trotted over and sat down on the sofa with a small hop. He looked to her all smiles like sunshine in the summer. She looked to him like the cold and bleak rains of… summer. \n\n“Awesome, did you get me a postcard?” \n\nRosey let out a long sigh, and took another drink. \n\n“Next time, maybe.”\n\n“That’s alright, I have not gone on vacation since I was a little bunner.”\n\nParsnips continued quickly.\n\n“I still really love the beach even if I can not go on my own. In fact I was thinking of building my own beach in the basement but I could not quite work out how to get a little sun down there you know? Suns are really heavy!” \n\nHe continued. \n\n“I am not sure if they are as heavy as moons as moons are really small but they are all silver and rocky and rocks are always really hard to move, you know?”\n\n He then asked. \n\n“So much for anything changing around here.” \n\nRosey grumbled as she gave him a look, a blurry and wide gaze. Nodding her head she muttered something to herself and took another, larger, drink from her glass. \n\n“Oh, oh, can we do some special baking today?!” \n\nParsnips called out suddenly as he bounced a little in his seat. Surprised, Rosey nearly spat her drink all over the sofa from the sudden outburst. Coughing a little she shuddered and shook her head a few times to get the wine out of her lungs before turning her eyes down to the table.\n\n“Yeah, why not.”\n\nRosey replied quietly but just before Parsnips could grin any wider she raised her hand. \n\n“But, there are some rules.” \n\n“I am really good with rules!”.\n\n“Really? I would have never guessed?”\n\n“Yup, I follow all the rules of baking!” \n\nParsnip replied.\n\n“Those are instructions.”\n\n“I am really good with instructions!”\n\nRosey let out a loud groan at his cheery idiocy. \n\n“I bet. First of all never speak of any of this to anyone, nobody, not your parents, not the neighbors. Not the flowers or trees. Only me and only if we are alone. Got it?”\n\nRosey watched him nod up and down while pouring herself more wine. \n\n“Yep! My parents never talked about how they baked either, funny that.”\n\n“Hilarious. Second, no more making those milkshakes. Use a towel like a normal person.” \n\n“Aw, you did not like the taste either?”\n\n“I am… On a diet… “ \n\nRosey blushed and turned her gaze away from him to down the whole glass she had poured, before taking a bit more straight from the bottle. He always had to make things awkward, or strange. \n\n“Oh that is why you are so thin and tall and pretty, you look great.” \n\n“Hm… Well, ehm, and third is simple.” \n\nRosey said as she stood up, turned around and sat right back down on the table in front of them. Parting her legs she pointed downwards with a single finger, although she could not hide her blush.\n\n“Lick it?”\n\n It was only now Parsnip realized that she was not wearing pants and it was in fact very long socks that covered her legs. He stared for a few seconds longer than he should before locking his adorably large eyes with her own.\n\n“Okay!”\n\nRosey watched as he hopped off the sofa and got down onto his knees. Pinching the hem of her sweater he lifted the warm, comfy, fabric up to get a clearer view of things. She blushed a little but did not avert her eyes from him. With no hesitation or shame in his actions he pushed his nose into her crotch and gave her a simple lick from bottom to top. One, two, three, he repeated this a few more times before stopping and raising his head up to hers with eyes full of innocence. \n\n“Like tha?”\n\n“Yeah, now count to 100.”\n\n Rosey replied as she hooked her thumb into her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. \n\n“One, two…” \n\n“Ugh. With your tongue, do 100 licks.” \n\n“Ohhhh!” \n\nParsnip replied before ducking down and repeating the simple, monotone, licks. Rosey sighed and leaned back to at least improve the angle. Grabbing his ear she pushed him a little closer so that the full width of his tongue would press into her as he repeated the motions.\n\n“Better.” \n\nRosey sighed as she began to chug down the last half of the wine. A thin red line ran from her mouth and dripped onto her sweater, the black material hiding the stain easily. Within only a few minutes Parsnips stopped and pulled away. \n\n“This honey tastes really funny.”\n\nHe spoke with sticky lips and arousal running down his chin.\n\n“And your special ‘milkshake’ does not taste nice either, deal with it.” \n\nParsnips giggled, a cute and soft laugh. \n\n“It’s like vegetables, might not taste sweet but it's still good for you!” \n\nRosey sighed and shook the empty bottle for a moment before tossing it behind her. With a muffled clink of glass rolling across the floor she pushed Parsnip back and made her way to the kitchen. From the expansive wine rack she grabbed another bottle and popped it open quickly. She drank deeply of it, sucking down mouthfuls of the sour and fruity mixture, before pulling away for air. With dizzy steps she returned to the living room and plonked herself down heavily on the table. \n\n“You didn’t finish counting, start again.” \n\n“Sorry!” \n\nOnce again she had to adjust things, pulling him closer and holding him at an angle that would at least let his vacuous way of pleasing her do something more than tickle. Once happy with it and knowing she only had a minute before he finished his counting she began to drink heavily. The room span as her body heated up and became loose. Barely able to think anymore she continued to drink until the very idea of consciousness was a distant concept and nothing mattered other than the pleasurably warm thing running up and down her vagina. A few more sips past that and she fell back onto the table. The bottle she was holding falling to the floor to cause a few more new stains on the carpet. \n\nAll too soon the warm feeling disappeared and Rosey found Parsnip to be chattering something or another but she was simply too drunk and tired to care. Pulling her head up to find several blurry images of him looking back at her she threw her hand up and pointed down, a garbled mess of vocalization slipping from her lips. With some effort Rosey just about managed to state one word. Baking. It was all the young bunny needed to hear. \n\nRosey lay back, head resting on her arm, as she waited with little concept of time for him to make a move. Finally, warm little hands took hold of her hips and pulled her forward enough that her little cottontail hung over the edge of the table. With long legs splayed out in both directions her eyes crossed as she felt the welcoming return of something warm grace her pussy. This time however it was something a lot bigger than a bunny’s tongue. Groaning she clenched her teeth and hissed from the pleasurable, if numbed, sensation of Parsnip forcing his erection into her.\n\nFor a moment Rosey passed out, the sweet grasp of nothing only holding her for a moment before the quick mashing and stirring of Parsnip’s baking brought her back to reality. She moaned, then bit her lip hard. The room felt like it was a mile high and Parsnip felt like he was a mile wide. Every short thrust made her entire body rock slightly against the cold wood of the table. His hands held her very tightly, not letting her lower half move even the slightest as he enjoyed her snug and delightfully heated privates. \n\nIn and out. Parsnip had sex the same way he did everything, simple, to the point, and with a level of cuteness that only proved to be alarming. For some reason though it was everything Rosey wanted and more. Her heart pounded, her head hurt, her hips ached. She leaked thick arousal onto the wooden table without care. Even with the storm of inebriation spinning around her head she could tell that she had never been into anything sexual so strongly before. It was absurd, almost funny. Rosey tried to laugh but it just came out as a long and stuttering moan instead. Suddenly Parsnip’s monotone movements changed, he slowed down and put more effort into pushing harder with every movement instead. Rosey loved it. Her toes curled. But then suddenly he stopped for a moment and all at once pushed so hard that it made her entire body tingle and go numb for a second, the sheer shock knocking her out. \n\nThe evening repeated like this. Rosey going in and out of consciousness as waves of pleasure knocked her about like a tiny ship in the middle of a great storm. Impossible to count how many times she found release. It was nothing like the first time with Parsnips, it was more clear, more enjoyable. Instead of a few moments of intense pleasure she had long minutes of it instead, and it all added up to hours in the end. \n\nWhen Rosey woke she found herself face down in something soft and wet. Pulling her sticky eyes apart she found it was a pillow soaked in her own drool. Slowly raising her head she found herself to be in bed. As was normal her head hurt but also her stomach. Rubbing the crust from her face she let out a long groan and stretched her arms out wide. Swinging her legs out of bed she stood up and then instantly doubled over as a wave of ache and dull pain hit her insides. Knees knocking together she gasped for air. \n\n“Rule four, take it fucking easy next time.” \n\nRosey grumbled as she slowly hobbled her way to the bathroom. \n\nThe shower sounded like the roar of an engine to her hungover ears but the delightfully cold water did quickly help to soothe all kinds of aches and pains. Slowly Rosey stretched, her arms, her legs, her body. It all hurt as if she had spent the entire evening running a marathon… Or being hit by a pink and fluffy truck. Grabbing the soap she began to scrub the sweat and various other fluids from her fur but quickly found several greasy spots that were hard to cleanse. Suddenly she remembered. It was like the first time they had slept together, several spots around where he had made a lot of contact were covered in off colored stains. Running her fingers over one she sniffed it and then recoiled. It stank! Something clicked, and it made her gag a little at the idea of it, she had no idea how often Parsnip bathed. It did not mean anything that he normally smelled sweet and sunny, as Rosey had heard plenty of stories of teenage boys getting dirt trapped under the fur. To the horror of any teenager, this dirt will come to surface when they work up a sweat and cover themselves in a disgusting grease that gets everywhere. Shuddering from this realization she poured half a bottle of shampoo into her hands and began to scrub herself raw. \n\n“Rule five, take a bath before anything else you disgusting little freak.” \n\nNow cleaner than she had been in years she limped her way down the stairs and across the hallway to the kitchen. Opening the mostly empty fridge she found a delicious looking piece of cake sitting temptingly with a little pink note next to it. Fearing the worst she made sure to read the note before giving the cake a taste this time around. \n\n“Dearest Rosey, I hope you enjoyed today’s baking session. I know I did! I noticed you were really sleepy again so I decided to put you to bed and make you something nice for when you woke up. No milkshakes involved this time. It has a lot of fruit which I am sure is what you need on a diet. Enjoy. With love, Parsnip Bunner.” \n\nRosey was surprised. It was rare for him to listen to her in such detail and the fresh slice of cake looked all the more delicious considering she had not eaten anything yet. Taking it from the fridge she poured herself some cranberry juice and moved to the living room, only to pause. The carpet had several stains on it, the table was a mess, the sofa a wreck, the cabinet had half the books knocked down and for some reason her socks had been tied around the lamp. Ignoring all of that she sat herself down on the one dry spot of the sofa and took a small bite of the cake. It was fruity, sweet, and thankfully not as rich as some of his baking but the texture was the same oddity. Dry, so very dry and crumbly as if he had made it out of sand instead of cake. It did not bother Rosey, she was used to his many baked gifts by now and free cake was always good in her eyes. \n\nLooking around she could not be that mad, it was her choice to get black out drunk and let Parsnip apparently throw her around the room. At least there was nothing sticky coating the walls or the tv remote. In fact apart from objects being knocked over it was quite clean, the towel she had left on the table missing and no doubt in the laundry. \n\n“Maybe he is not so bad after all.” \n\nChecking the time Rosey found it was very early in the morning but she did have to go teach a classroom of toddlers about fine art in a few hours anyway. At least this way she had time for once to get a proper breakfast and tidy things up. As she woke up more and as the pains and slight regrets of yesterday faded, she found herself thinking over the next time they would engage in a rousing moment of drunken baking. What rules to change, what things to get ready. But as soon as she left the house to get on with her job such thoughts began to fade. \n\nBy the time Rosey got to school her thoughts about Parsnip had all fizzled away to only the slight simmer of imagination. With all the hyperactive kids running around being innocent and oblivious it proved impossible to forget him after all. At most she could only ignore the thoughts floating by. Something unexpected did happen though as she got to teaching the class of young kids about art. For the first time in years she had a moment of empathy and understood them. Leaving them to their own devices and yet giving them a slight nudge to make sure they stay on track proved to be more effective than anything else had tried so far and by the end of the two hours they had all done far more work than ever before. Rosey was impressed with herself. Then she became embarrassed as she began to realize where these new teaching skills had come from. \n\nNormally Rosey would have gone into town and spent several more hours drinking in the park and spending a chunk of her already small paycheck in the local pub but this time around she only had a small walk around the fields before getting the bus back home. And you know, funny enough, the closer she got to the Lane she got the more she began to think about Parsnips again. Not just how to exploit a fun night out of him, but what kind of things he would enjoy doing. She only really knew two things about him, that he loved to do baking… And he loved to bake with her. Surely he had more interests than that? Blushing at the thought of having a casual and real conversation with him, her daydreaming was interrupted by the bus coming to a stop. \n\nLike she had done so many times before, she stopped outside of her home. Looking at his house she could not see him anywhere. All the lights were off, the windows closed, and curtains drawn across most of them. It seemed almost abandoned but at the same time that felt normal. Parsnips was surprisingly stealthy when he wanted to be after all. Resisting the urge to smile Rosey instead gave a wave in his general direction. \n\n“Hey!” \n\nParsnips shouted as both his small hands grabbed her waist. \n\n“Jesus fuck!” \n\nRosey nearly jumped straight through the door in shock. After pulling her face from the wood she stood with her hands on her knees as the air escaped her. Parsnips meanwhile only giggled and found the whole reaction funny. \n\n“Been a while since you did that, fuck.”\n\nHeading inside her home Parsnips followed closely behind. Kicking her shoes off and throwing any paperwork onto the coffee table she quickly stripped down and replaced the work clothes with her comfy sweater and socks. With a pair of slippers to keep her feet clean she headed to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of wine. Opening the backdoor Rosey let Parsnips go first before leaving as well. Looking down at him all but skipping along the garden path she sighed, a small smile breaking out for a moment before she caught it. \n\n“Hey, Parsnips. You don’t mind a few more rules, right?”\n\n Rosey asked as she popped the cork on one of her bottles. ", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "It was a rainy Friday evening and Rosey had just finished work at the local school. Carrying an umbrella in one hand and her purse in the other she stepped out of the bus and took a minute to breath in the warm air. Summer showers she was sure they called it. A romantic idea that is let down by being the worst of sweaty summer days, and cold rainy evenings. Making her way down the path towards her home she found the rain to be oddly relaxing. More than normal at least.

Reaching her home Rosey paused at the front door and turned to look at Parsnips’ house. She could just about see him in the window. Sitting all cozy and snug with a coloring book and the radio playing music as if he had nothing better to do than live a peaceful life without stress. Disgusting. She sighed and then made a half hearted wave towards him before turning her eyes to the front door in order to unlock it. Before she entered Rosey glanced back to the window but found him already gone. Knowing what was about to happen she slipped inside before he could surprise her from behind.

She wasted no time in stripping off her work clothes and dumping them in the laundry basket before putting on her more casual outfit. A black sweater, baret, stockings and panties. It was light, fashionable and surprisingly cozy. Grabbing a bottle of wine from the kitchen as well, Rosey just had time to sit herself down on the sofa with a freshly poured glass before Parsnips appeared. Amazingly, not even wet from the rain either.

“Rosey! You are back from vacation!?”

His voice was as tart and feminine as always, an acquired taste for most.

“Vacation… Sure, thats a word for it. I am just surprised you actually left me alone for a while.”

Rosey took a long sip of her wine. She had been preparing herself for this odd reunion ever since she had talked to him about that night they spent together. It did not do much though, Parsnips was eternally consistent in his randomness and annoyingness alike.

Rosey watched as Parsnips trotted over and sat down on the sofa with a small hop. He looked to her all smiles like sunshine in the summer. She looked to him like the cold and bleak rains of… summer.

“Awesome, did you get me a postcard?”

Rosey let out a long sigh, and took another drink.

“Next time, maybe.”

“That’s alright, I have not gone on vacation since I was a little bunner.”

Parsnips continued quickly.

“I still really love the beach even if I can not go on my own. In fact I was thinking of building my own beach in the basement but I could not quite work out how to get a little sun down there you know? Suns are really heavy!”

He continued.

“I am not sure if they are as heavy as moons as moons are really small but they are all silver and rocky and rocks are always really hard to move, you know?”

 He then asked.

“So much for anything changing around here.”

Rosey grumbled as she gave him a look, a blurry and wide gaze. Nodding her head she muttered something to herself and took another, larger, drink from her glass.

“Oh, oh, can we do some special baking today?!”

Parsnips called out suddenly as he bounced a little in his seat. Surprised, Rosey nearly spat her drink all over the sofa from the sudden outburst. Coughing a little she shuddered and shook her head a few times to get the wine out of her lungs before turning her eyes down to the table.

“Yeah, why not.”

Rosey replied quietly but just before Parsnips could grin any wider she raised her hand.

“But, there are some rules.”

“I am really good with rules!”.

“Really? I would have never guessed?”

“Yup, I follow all the rules of baking!”

Parsnip replied.

“Those are instructions.”

“I am really good with instructions!”

Rosey let out a loud groan at his cheery idiocy.

“I bet. First of all never speak of any of this to anyone, nobody, not your parents, not the neighbors. Not the flowers or trees. Only me and only if we are alone. Got it?”

Rosey watched him nod up and down while pouring herself more wine.

“Yep! My parents never talked about how they baked either, funny that.”

“Hilarious. Second, no more making those milkshakes. Use a towel like a normal person.”

“Aw, you did not like the taste either?”

“I am… On a diet… “

Rosey blushed and turned her gaze away from him to down the whole glass she had poured, before taking a bit more straight from the bottle. He always had to make things awkward, or strange.

“Oh that is why you are so thin and tall and pretty, you look great.”

“Hm… Well, ehm, and third is simple.”

Rosey said as she stood up, turned around and sat right back down on the table in front of them. Parting her legs she pointed downwards with a single finger, although she could not hide her blush.

“Lick it?”

 It was only now Parsnip realized that she was not wearing pants and it was in fact very long socks that covered her legs. He stared for a few seconds longer than he should before locking his adorably large eyes with her own.

“Okay!”

Rosey watched as he hopped off the sofa and got down onto his knees. Pinching the hem of her sweater he lifted the warm, comfy, fabric up to get a clearer view of things. She blushed a little but did not avert her eyes from him. With no hesitation or shame in his actions he pushed his nose into her crotch and gave her a simple lick from bottom to top. One, two, three, he repeated this a few more times before stopping and raising his head up to hers with eyes full of innocence.

“Like tha?”

“Yeah, now count to 100.”

 Rosey replied as she hooked her thumb into her panties and pulled them down to her ankles.

“One, two…”

“Ugh. With your tongue, do 100 licks.”

“Ohhhh!”

Parsnip replied before ducking down and repeating the simple, monotone, licks. Rosey sighed and leaned back to at least improve the angle. Grabbing his ear she pushed him a little closer so that the full width of his tongue would press into her as he repeated the motions.

“Better.”

Rosey sighed as she began to chug down the last half of the wine. A thin red line ran from her mouth and dripped onto her sweater, the black material hiding the stain easily. Within only a few minutes Parsnips stopped and pulled away.

“This honey tastes really funny.”

He spoke with sticky lips and arousal running down his chin.

“And your special ‘milkshake’ does not taste nice either, deal with it.”

Parsnips giggled, a cute and soft laugh.

“It’s like vegetables, might not taste sweet but it's still good for you!”

Rosey sighed and shook the empty bottle for a moment before tossing it behind her. With a muffled clink of glass rolling across the floor she pushed Parsnip back and made her way to the kitchen. From the expansive wine rack she grabbed another bottle and popped it open quickly. She drank deeply of it, sucking down mouthfuls of the sour and fruity mixture, before pulling away for air. With dizzy steps she returned to the living room and plonked herself down heavily on the table.

“You didn’t finish counting, start again.”

“Sorry!”

Once again she had to adjust things, pulling him closer and holding him at an angle that would at least let his vacuous way of pleasing her do something more than tickle. Once happy with it and knowing she only had a minute before he finished his counting she began to drink heavily. The room span as her body heated up and became loose. Barely able to think anymore she continued to drink until the very idea of consciousness was a distant concept and nothing mattered other than the pleasurably warm thing running up and down her vagina. A few more sips past that and she fell back onto the table. The bottle she was holding falling to the floor to cause a few more new stains on the carpet.

All too soon the warm feeling disappeared and Rosey found Parsnip to be chattering something or another but she was simply too drunk and tired to care. Pulling her head up to find several blurry images of him looking back at her she threw her hand up and pointed down, a garbled mess of vocalization slipping from her lips. With some effort Rosey just about managed to state one word. Baking. It was all the young bunny needed to hear.

Rosey lay back, head resting on her arm, as she waited with little concept of time for him to make a move. Finally, warm little hands took hold of her hips and pulled her forward enough that her little cottontail hung over the edge of the table. With long legs splayed out in both directions her eyes crossed as she felt the welcoming return of something warm grace her pussy. This time however it was something a lot bigger than a bunny’s tongue. Groaning she clenched her teeth and hissed from the pleasurable, if numbed, sensation of Parsnip forcing his erection into her.

For a moment Rosey passed out, the sweet grasp of nothing only holding her for a moment before the quick mashing and stirring of Parsnip’s baking brought her back to reality. She moaned, then bit her lip hard. The room felt like it was a mile high and Parsnip felt like he was a mile wide. Every short thrust made her entire body rock slightly against the cold wood of the table. His hands held her very tightly, not letting her lower half move even the slightest as he enjoyed her snug and delightfully heated privates.

In and out. Parsnip had sex the same way he did everything, simple, to the point, and with a level of cuteness that only proved to be alarming. For some reason though it was everything Rosey wanted and more. Her heart pounded, her head hurt, her hips ached. She leaked thick arousal onto the wooden table without care. Even with the storm of inebriation spinning around her head she could tell that she had never been into anything sexual so strongly before. It was absurd, almost funny. Rosey tried to laugh but it just came out as a long and stuttering moan instead. Suddenly Parsnip’s monotone movements changed, he slowed down and put more effort into pushing harder with every movement instead. Rosey loved it. Her toes curled. But then suddenly he stopped for a moment and all at once pushed so hard that it made her entire body tingle and go numb for a second, the sheer shock knocking her out.

The evening repeated like this. Rosey going in and out of consciousness as waves of pleasure knocked her about like a tiny ship in the middle of a great storm. Impossible to count how many times she found release. It was nothing like the first time with Parsnips, it was more clear, more enjoyable. Instead of a few moments of intense pleasure she had long minutes of it instead, and it all added up to hours in the end.

When Rosey woke she found herself face down in something soft and wet. Pulling her sticky eyes apart she found it was a pillow soaked in her own drool. Slowly raising her head she found herself to be in bed. As was normal her head hurt but also her stomach. Rubbing the crust from her face she let out a long groan and stretched her arms out wide. Swinging her legs out of bed she stood up and then instantly doubled over as a wave of ache and dull pain hit her insides. Knees knocking together she gasped for air.

“Rule four, take it fucking easy next time.”

Rosey grumbled as she slowly hobbled her way to the bathroom.

The shower sounded like the roar of an engine to her hungover ears but the delightfully cold water did quickly help to soothe all kinds of aches and pains. Slowly Rosey stretched, her arms, her legs, her body. It all hurt as if she had spent the entire evening running a marathon…  Or being hit by a pink and fluffy truck. Grabbing the soap she began to scrub the sweat and various other fluids from her fur but quickly found several greasy spots that were hard to cleanse. Suddenly she remembered. It was like the first time they had slept together, several spots around where he had made a lot of contact were covered in off colored stains. Running her fingers over one she sniffed it and then recoiled. It stank! Something clicked, and it made her gag a little at the idea of it, she had no idea how often Parsnip bathed. It did not mean anything that he normally smelled sweet and sunny, as Rosey had heard plenty of stories of teenage boys getting dirt trapped under the fur. To the horror of any teenager, this dirt will come to surface when they work up a sweat and cover themselves in a disgusting grease that gets everywhere. Shuddering from this realization she poured half a bottle of shampoo into her hands and began to scrub herself raw.

“Rule five, take a bath before anything else you disgusting little freak.”

Now cleaner than she had been in years she limped her way down the stairs and across the hallway to the kitchen. Opening the mostly empty fridge she found a delicious looking piece of cake sitting temptingly with a little pink note next to it. Fearing the worst she made sure to read the note before giving the cake a taste this time around.

“Dearest Rosey, I hope you enjoyed today’s baking session. I know I did! I noticed you were really sleepy again so I decided to put you to bed and make you something nice for when you woke up. No milkshakes involved this time. It has a lot of fruit which I am sure is what you need on a diet. Enjoy. With love, Parsnip Bunner.”

Rosey was surprised. It was rare for him to listen to her in such detail and the fresh slice of cake looked all the more delicious considering she had not eaten anything yet. Taking it from the fridge she poured herself some cranberry juice and moved to the living room, only to pause. The carpet had several stains on it, the table was a mess, the sofa a wreck, the cabinet had half the books knocked down and for some reason her socks had been tied around the lamp. Ignoring all of that she sat herself down on the one dry spot of the sofa and took a small bite of the cake. It was fruity, sweet, and thankfully not as rich as some of his baking but the texture was the same oddity. Dry, so very dry and crumbly as if he had made it out of sand instead of cake. It did not bother Rosey, she was used to his many baked gifts by now and free cake was always good in her eyes.

Looking around she could not be that mad, it was her choice to get black out drunk and let Parsnip apparently throw her around the room. At least there was nothing sticky coating the walls or the tv remote. In fact apart from objects being knocked over it was quite clean, the towel she had left on the table missing and no doubt in the laundry.

“Maybe he is not so bad after all.”

Checking the time Rosey found it was very early in the morning but she did have to go teach a classroom of toddlers about fine art in a few hours anyway. At least this way she had time for once to get a proper breakfast and tidy things up. As she woke up more and as the pains and slight regrets of yesterday faded, she found herself thinking over the next time they would engage in a rousing moment of drunken baking. What rules to change, what things to get ready. But as soon as she left the house to get on with her job such thoughts began to fade.

By the time Rosey got to school her thoughts about Parsnip had all fizzled away to only the slight simmer of imagination. With all the hyperactive kids running around being innocent and oblivious it proved impossible to forget him after all. At most she could only ignore the thoughts floating by. Something unexpected did happen though as she got to teaching the class of young kids about art. For the first time in years she had a moment of empathy and understood them. Leaving them to their own devices and yet giving them a slight nudge to make sure they stay on track proved to be more effective than anything else had tried so far and by the end of the two hours they had all done far more work than ever before. Rosey was impressed with herself. Then she became embarrassed as she began to realize where these new teaching skills had come from.

Normally Rosey would have gone into town and spent several more hours drinking in the park and spending a chunk of her already small paycheck in the local pub but this time around she only had a small walk around the fields before getting the bus back home. And you know, funny enough, the closer she got to the Lane she got the more she began to think about Parsnips again. Not just how to exploit a fun night out of him, but what kind of things he would enjoy doing. She only really knew two things about him, that he loved to do baking… And he loved to bake with her. Surely he had more interests than that? Blushing at the thought of having a casual and real conversation with him, her daydreaming was interrupted by the bus coming to a stop.

Like she had done so many times before, she stopped outside of her home. Looking at his house she could not see him anywhere. All the lights were off, the windows closed, and curtains drawn across most of them. It seemed almost abandoned but at the same time that felt normal. Parsnips was surprisingly stealthy when he wanted to be after all. Resisting the urge to smile Rosey instead gave a wave in his general direction.

“Hey!”

Parsnips shouted as both his small hands grabbed her waist.

“Jesus fuck!”

Rosey nearly jumped straight through the door in shock. After pulling her face from the wood she stood with her hands on her knees as the air escaped her. Parsnips meanwhile only giggled and found the whole reaction funny.

“Been a while since you did that, fuck.”

Heading inside her home Parsnips followed closely behind. Kicking her shoes off and throwing any paperwork onto the coffee table she quickly stripped down and replaced the work clothes with her comfy sweater and socks. With a pair of slippers to keep her feet clean she headed to the kitchen and grabbed two bottles of wine. Opening the backdoor Rosey let Parsnips go first before leaving as well. Looking down at him all but skipping along the garden path she sighed, a small smile breaking out for a moment before she caught it.

“Hey, Parsnips. You don’t mind a few more rules, right?”

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