"Yeah, I've gone and become self-indulgent over four and a half months of Milliways with access to money and appear to be in the mood for cake."

"I will bake you a cake," Sherlock says gravely.

"You're so serious about it," laughs Bell. And she kisses a tiny little kiss right on the side of Sherlock's neck where her face happens to be.

Bell is not in a position to notice. "How long do cakes take?"

"Just short of an hour, generally speaking."

"Hmm. I do not require cake urgently." Bell makes no move to let Sherlock go.

"There is some waiting involved in the last stage of the cake process," Sherlock observes.

"That's truuuue," muses Bell. "Do you want to get up right now?"

"I would like to bake you a cake," says Sherlock.

"Okay." One more itty-bitty neck-kiss and Bell lets her go, smiling.

Sherlock's blush becomes more obvious after they have disentangled.

"You're blushing, that's adorable," says Bell, clapping her hands over her mouth.

...She grins, ducking her head slightly.

"What kind of cake do I get?" Bell asks, getting up to follow Sherlock into the kitchen.

"There are many options," says Sherlock. "What are your opinions on the relative merits of chocolate and lemon?"

"Chocolate is better," says Bell contently, sitting at the kitchen table.

"Mmm." Bell inhales the scent of nascent cake. "You are good to have around."

"I create cake," Sherlock agrees. "Cake is good."

"So good," agrees Bell. And when it goes in the oven, she says, "This must be the waiting period I've heard so much about!" and she trots sofaward.

Laughing, Sherlock follows her to the couch and resumes snuggles there.

Bell giggles.