corpse husband imagines

21) cooking

you ran into the kitchen, your feet skidding as you run.
"bitch! I am making those cookies!" you shouted to corpse and saw him slowly walking out the living room filming you.

"whore!" you laughed pointing the box at you
"oh you bitch!" he laughed running after you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and stopped filming, pulling you closer to his stomach

he helped you onto the kitchen counter, you sat yourself down onto the kitchen counter.
"what do you want to eat?" he said leaning in between your legs.

you messed with his hair and smiled "can we get pasta?" you asked running your fingers through his hair.
"sure" he smiled, walking to the oven.

"do you know how to cook pasta?" you asked getting off the counter.
"no," he said, smiling at you awkwardly.
"let me just" you came up from behind him resting your hands on his, directing his hands to the water to the pasta. (that gives me a stroke to read too)

"come on we can do this" you laughed trying to stir the pasta.
"no we can't" he laughed looking at you, kissing your hand.