Demi Imagines

Bread

You're at home with your girlfriend, Demi...

"I want bread," she says suddenly, walking into the room. You glance up from your book and raise an eyebrow at her. "But we're out," she adds.
"Let's make some, then," you respond, putting your book on the table and getting up.
Her face lights up, and you chuckle. "We still have dry yeast, right?" she asks as she goes back into the kitchen.
"I think so," you reply as you go over to the cupboard and grab the flour. "Check in the drawer," you tell her, and she opens one of the drawers. You grab a bowl and large wooden spoon, and she places a packet of dry yeast on the counter.
"How long do you think it will take?"
You put a measuring cup beside the bowl and say, "An hour, maybe?"
"I can't wait," she giggles excitedly, and you can't stop the smile that forms on your face.
"You're so cute," you chuckle, making her blush.
"Shut up," she laughs.
You gather all the ingredients, and once the yeast has gotten frothy, you start mixing in the butter, salt, and flour.
"I wanna knead," she says, and you step aside. She starts kneading the dough, looking immensely happy as she does so.
"God, you're so cute," you gush, wrapping your arms around her from behind and making her squeal.
"Ooh that tickles!" she giggles as you move your hands to her stomach. You nuzzle her neck before giving her a soft kiss under her ear. "Stop it," she whines, but you know she loves it.
You laugh lightly and put your chin on her shoulder, watching as she kneads the dough, adding flour every now and again.
After a while, you've let the dough rise for a while, broken it up into several rolls, and left it to rise a bit more.
You're lying down together on the couch when Demi asks, "How much longer?" She looks up at you, her brown eyes shining.
"When the oven's done preheating, so a few more minutes," you reply, kissing her forehead.
She takes your hand and starts playing with your fingers, making you giggle.
"What are you doing?"
"I don't know. I just like your hands. They're pretty," she replies with a shrug, and you laugh.
"Well thank you, I guess?"
The oven makes a noise, and Demi shoots up off the couch.
"IT'S READY!" she practically screams before running into the kitchen. You shake your head and chuckle as you follow her. She's put the rolls in the oven, and you sit at the table as you watch her impatiently walk around, waiting for the bread to bake.
"It's going to be a few minutes, Dems," you laugh, and she chuckles.
"I'm just so excited," she responds, coming over to you and wrapping her arms around you from behind. She kisses the top of your head, and you take her hands in yours. Tilting your head back to look at her, you smile and close your eyes as she kisses your forehead. She kisses the tip of your nose before pressing her lips to yours with a smile. It feels strange to kiss her like this—upside down—but it's nice.
"Is kissing me better than bread?" you tease, making her giggle.
"Yes. Yes it is," she says before kissing you again.

A/N
I made bread today and IT WAS AWESOME
not as awesome as I'd imagine kissing Demi would be but still