Aaron Carpenter Imagines & Preferences

Apple Pie

Y/n's POV:

"Aaron!" I yell from the kitchen. I heard to floor creak in the upstairs bedroom, as I wait for a response. I hear foot steps jog down the stairs, and I giggle when it sounds like he missed the last step.

"Yeah?" Aaron says entering the kitchen, with a grin. I smile at him, and lightly kiss his lips as he stands next to me.

"Do you want to help me make an apple pie?" I say looking back down to the list of recipes on my phone.

"Is that even a question?" He said dramatically, as his eyes widen. I laugh, and he leans in and gives me another peck on my lips. "Of course. I'd love to." He says sweetly.

"Thank you." I say pushing a piece of hair behind my ear.

We gather the ingredients and set them out on the counter. I mix the ingredients together for the dough, and start to kneed it with my hands. I roll it and fold it, as Aaron puts a cutting board beside me. He pulls out a knife, and starts to slice the apples.

I smile to myself, as I watch him. As he finishes cutting the apples, he places one in his mouth. Followed by another.

"Don't eat them all." I say laughing.

"You would eat them too, if you knew how good these apples were." He said putting another slice in his mouth half way. He picked up all the slices and put them in a bowl.

"Aaron?" I say trying to get his attention. He looks at me, and I lean in taking the part of the apple not in his mouth.

"They're good huh?" He said laughing. I nodded, and took another slice from the bowl. Aaron threw his head back and laughed, as I slipped it into my mouth.

"Don't judge me." I say smiling.

"I'm not," He said still smiling. "I'm just thinking how freaking cute you are." I blushed as I finished the pie, and preheated the oven. I slid the pan into the oven, and leaned back on the counter. Aaron looked up from his phone, and smiled.

"You have some dough in your hair." He said standing in front of me, and picking it out. "And some on your face..." He trailed off pressing his lips on my cheek. I smiled.

"I don't have dough on my face do I?" I say softly smiling, as he takes my face in his soft hands.

"No," He whispered. "I just wanted an accuse." He said smiling against my skin. I smiled, and nonchalantly reached behind me. I wrapped my hand around the can of whip cream, and popped off the cap with my thumb.

"Do you want a surprise?" I say touching my smile to his. He nodded, glancing at my lips.

"Too bad." I say bringing the can up to my mouth and tipping my head back, filling my mouth with cream. I closed my mouth and looked back at Aaron, giving him a closed smile.

I had given myself a little too much cream, and some of it had gone around my lips. I was about to whip it away, when Aaron held my hands down.

"Let me get it." He said softly. His feather soft fingers held the back of my neck, sending his touch through my hair. He leaned forward, licking and kissing the cream away.

I laughed as he continued to whip it away. Soon both of us were giggling, and smiling wide. "You taste pretty good." He said rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip.

I didn't know what to say, so I just smiled. He rubbed the tips of our noses together, making me smile. I kissed him and bit his top lip to be a tease, pulling away slowly. "We should cook more often." I say as my finger lace in his thick hair.

"What's the point if we aren't even going to eat it?" He said winking.

"What are you saying Mr. Carpenter?" I say.

"I'm saying," He said stepping a little closer to me. "Lets take this cream up stairs, and I'll lick the rest of you with it."

My eyes widened, and my heart started to beat out of control. I licked my lips, and glanced at the timer on the oven.

"We have 15 minutes." I say out of breath.

"I bet I could get you screaming in 8." He said, kissing my sweet spot. I moaned, and he chuckled. "Moaning in 1, groaning in 3, shaking in 5, begging in 6, and screaming in 8." He said in a low raspy voice, as he slid his lips down my neck. "That gives us 7 minutes, to do what ever we can think of." He said trailing slow, hot kisses across my collarbone. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Race you there!" I yell, escaping his grasp and running up the stairs with him hot on my heals.