Jabitha Oneshots

Cookies

Jabitha try baking cookies together but end up in a bit of a mess (literally).

The apartment was warm, lit up in the cosy glow of the fireplace. Tabitha poured a small spoonful of cinnamon into her bowl and hummed along to the sound of Mariah Carey's smooth voice. It was only the third day of December, but she had already pulled out her collection of Christmas CDs. The cookie mixture smelled sweet; the unique scent of spices she'd loved since she was young enough to learn the recipe. She cracked an egg into the bowl, whisking the mixture around with a fork.

Suddenly, she felt a set of arms wrap around her waist, startling her. She screamed and spun around, nearly impaling her boyfriend in the eye.

"Woah Tab," he said, playfully taking the fork out of his hand and setting it on the table.

"God, Jughead, you scared me."

She exhaled deeply, leaning into peck him on the lips before turning back to the mixture.

"What are you making?" He took a swipe of the batter and licked his finger, "Are these cookies? This is really good!"

He went to take some more, but Tabitha stepped in front of the bowl protectively.

"Nuh uh, you have to wait until I'm finished."

Jughead groaned dramatically, looking at her with pleading eyes.

"You could always help me?" she asked, "Then we could get them in the oven more quickly."

He nodded, shrugging his robe off and leaving him a loose hoodie, "Ok, what can I do."

She laughed at his sudden keenness, pushing a bag of flour towards him.

"You can open this and measure out half a cup."

Jughead carelessly cut the packet open, a small portion splashing out onto the table.

"Jones!"

He dabbed his finger into the powder, gently tapping it onto the bridge of her nose, causing her to scrunch her face up.

"You're cute when you're baking. And even cuter when you're doing your grumpy face."

She scowled, picking up another handful of flour and tossing it onto his torso.

"Oh, it's on!" he said.

Tabitha chased him around the counter, clutching an egg carton to her chest. She tossed one towards him, which splattered messily.

"Ha!" she called, diving across the room to avoid the flurry of chocolate syrup he squirted out of the bottle, "Don't you make me regret buying that, Jones."

In response, Jughead aimed a flurry of sprinkles at her, which dotted her hair like snowflakes.

They kept at it for a few more minutes, tossing an assortment of food items across the room at each other. Finally, they tired themselves, slumping down together on the sofa. Giggling like children, the couple leaned onto each other, her head flopping onto his lap. Jughead leaned down to kiss her. They pressed their lips together, somehow making the awkward, upside-down position feel natural. Jughead wiped a layer of chocolate syrup from her cheek. He licked his fingers, smiling as he was met with the sweet flavour.

She giggled, picking a clump of batter from her hair.

"You smell like Christmas cookies Jug."

Suddenly, a flicker of recollection flitted across both of their faces.

"The cookies!"