Niall Blurbs

Christmas Cookies

You come home to the smell of burnt cookies. You wiggle your nose and look around. The air looked a bit smokey, "Ni?" You ask out in a giggle.

"In here!" He calls out from the kitchen. You wander in and can't help the laugh. The windows and door were open, the fan over the stove was on, he was scrubbing at these black charred circles on the pan. "Heyy baby." He says sheepishly. "I was gonna surprise you with cookie decorating for the evening. But, well. I burnt the living shit out of the bastards." He chuckles, flushed.

You nod a bit, "I can see that." You laugh a bit and come over to give him a kiss. "Let's try this again? Together?"

"Yeahh. That would be nice." He nods and glances at the pan. "This thing is ruined. We need to toss it." All you can do is agree and pull out the ingredients for a fresh batch of sugar cookies.

You watch with a grin as Niall pulls out the unburnt cookies. "Baby they're golden." He says and puts the pan on the oven.

"Just like you." You nod and start to take the cookies off the pan to the cooling tray. "We just need to let them cool and we can decorate them!"

"Y/N, this is the best cookie." He pulls out the smaller pan and smirks at you. He had insisted that he needed to make a dick shaped cookie and of course you had to allow it.

After you set all of the cookies to cool, you make the two of you hot chocolate. He puts all of the marshmallows into the mug. It was basically over flowing with 'mallows.

The two of you sit in front of the fire and sip on the cocoa, munching on marshmallows.

After a bit, you two wander back to the kitchen and frost the cookies, putting various sprinkles on them. After a bit, Niall puts a dab of frosting on your nose, giggling a bit.

You swat his hand away, "No! Stop." You pout and wipe it off and lick your finger. He puts his frosting fingered to your lips. You shake your head but suck on his finger, cleaning it.

He watches you carefully and pushes his second finger into your mouth. You suck on them, keeping your eyes on his. A low sound comes from him. "Love in front of the fire place?" He asks and wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you towards the living room again.

You smile and lay on the couch. He comes over and lowers himself gently over you. "Yes." You whisper, leaning in to give him a long kiss.

"Love you." He whispers as he starts to unbutton your blouse.

"And I love you." You whisper back, laying back, eyes closing.