All for Myself {dallyboy}

Food Fight

{Pony's POV}

I get up from Dallas's lap, searching for something sweet to satisfy me. Sure, it's only four a clock, but why can't I have dessert a little early?
Everybody knows I can't live without sweets.

"Where ya goin' to, Pone?" Dally pouts as he looks back to me from the couch. I see the forced pout on his face.

"Just getting something to snack on. I need something sweet..." I trail as I return my focus on my empty stomach. From the corner of my eye I see Dallas cringe and hiss through his clenched teeth.

"what is it?" I say slowly, as I start to turn in place.

"Y'see, Pone... uhh- I ate the last of the cookies..."

"You what?!" I exclaimed with wide eyes.

"I'm sorry! It was just... I don't know- I needed a snack after the other night!"

I thought back and blushed a little at the thought.

"Oh yeah. Well... it's all right." I said in a low voice, so he knew it wasn't exactly all right.

I folded my arms and looked at the floor in thought. I didn't want to leave Dally's place, but I didn't have anything... hmm...

"Hey, I got an idea." Dally raises his head from its guilty position. He smiles as he looks at me.

"What is it, Dal?" I say impatiently.

"We could... make something together..." his happy attitude sinks when he hears my rude tone. I realize how bratty I'm being to my own boyfriend. All he wanted to do was do something cute and sweet with me. And I was ruining it, and all because I didn't get my way.

"I- Id really like that, Dal That's sounds fun." I say, trying to fix my attitude. I give him a smile.

He only slightly smirks and gets up from the couch in silence. I follow suit to the kitchen, watching as he starts to look at the cabinets, thinking of where the things he needs might be. I watch him from the doorway as he starts to grab the flour, sugar, eggs and milk from the fridge. He notices me watching and looks into my eyes blankly.

"you don't have to help if you don't wanna. I'll get it done, and you can have 'em all once their out the oven, i'm sor-"

"Dallas!" I cut him off. "I'm sorry. It was wrong to be so pissy about something stupid. I'm sorry, honey. Can we just... do it together?" I walk over to the side of the counter where he set down the ingredients. He immediately regains the sparkle in his eyes and holds out his arms out to my shoulders.

I rush to his chest and we crash our arms into each other's bodies. This was such a silly thing to be mad about, and I'm glad it's settled.

"I'm sorry I get so- childish sometimes." I speak muffled into his sweatshirt as I keep my firm grasp around the middle of his chest. He keeps one hand firmly around my upper back, the other hand running in circles up and down my back in a soothing manner as I give him my apology.

"It's alright, Ponybug. I still feel a little bad, I know you gotta have your sweet stuff around the house." he chuckles into the corner of my collarbone and neck.

"now, how do we start? You seem to know what you're doing." I peel my face from his chest and look into his eyes.

"Yeah, we just need a few more things. If you get the two big mixing bowls and the wooden spoons, I'll get everything else." I give him a determined nod and turn to the cabinets behind me. Dallas turns to his cabinet, pulling out a box of some kind of mix, vegetable oil, a can of icing, and a few other little things in bottles.