TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

raw cookie dough (d.d.)

Dumbobsessivebitch
Y/N is Sara xx

Damiano stared you right in the eye as he stuck a bite of raw cookie dough straight out of the bowl it had been mixed up in.

"Stop!" You chuckled. "You can't eat all the cookie dough! The first batch isn't even done baking yet!"

Damiano's melodic laugh filled the room as you two spun around the kitchen. The scent of baking cookies wafted through the kitchen as the oven timer beeped.

You twirled yourself out of Damiano's embrace to check on the cookies, getting a frown in return from your boyfriend.

"What? You don't want your cookies to burn, do you?!" You chuckled, playfully jabbing at his arm. You reached down and pulled the tray of perfectly golden brown cookies from the oven, sliding the tray onto a wire rack to cool.

"You know..." Damiano started, watching intently as you pulled the oven mitts off of your hands and wrapped your wrists behind his neck. "They asked me about you today."

"Oh, did they?" You cocked your eyebrow.

Damiano and the rest of the band had been at press conferences and interviews all day to promote the new album.

As Måneskin's popularity grew, you were so thankful for late nights like these when you were able to just be with him. No makeup, no lights, no expensive leather costumes. Just him.

"Yeah." Damiano scoffed between kisses all over your face. "They were all, 'who's your celebrity crush?' And I said 'Sara Mars, she's got a new album out, and a wonderful voice.'" Damiano spoke the last bit against the skin of your collarbone.

You blushed. "Why, thank you. Though, I am half surprised you didn't say Lola Bunny." You giggled.

Damiano lifted his head from your shoulder. "You son of a bitch." He giggled.

You beamed, completely lost in the glimmer of Damiano's eyes. His eyes still had the residue of that day's makeup around them.

"You are so fucking gorgeous when you smile." Damiano whispered.

"Stop." You giggled, blushing harder than ever, covering your face with your hands.

"Wait, keep your eyes closed." Damiano smiled.

You shook your head. "What?"

"Nothing..." Damiano spoke as he snuck another bite of cookie dough. "Okay, you can open your eyes again." He joked, his mouth still full of cookie dough.

"Dami!" You gasped, swatting at his arm. "Stop eating all the raw dough!"

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