Demi Imagines

Dinner Can Wait

Special guest of my doggo Zoë!!

You're playing with your dog, Zoë...

"Come back here doggo!" you say, chasing her under the table. You get down on all fours and pat Zoë's head. She looks a bit freaked out, mistaking your excitement for anger. "I'm not mad at you!" you laugh, poking her tummy lightly. She stares at you, her yellow eyes shining in the dim light.
You hear the door open and footsteps approach you.
"And what is this?" You hear Demi's voice before feeling her smack your ass.
"Hey!" you say, crawling out from under the table and standing up. You brush off your clothes and look to your girlfriend.
"Well I see the ass, and I have to smack it," she responds innocently, and you roll your eyes playfully.
"Oh shut up," you laugh before looking to the bags on the table. "What'd you get?"
"Just some groceries. Thought we could make curry for dinner," she says, pulling out a huge package of dried chickpeas.
"Nice," you say, peering in the bag before pulling out some canned tomatoes. "Shall we get started?"
You start cooking, occasionally shouting at Zoë when she tries to steal food.
"This is why I don't like onions," Demi says as she rubs her eyes.
"It just means you're young. Apparently, older people don't cry over onions," you reply, looking up and blinking away tears as you slice the onions.
"I want to be a grandma now," she chuckles. She starts to move away, and you point to her with a piece of onion.
"Don't you leave, Demetria. We're going to cry together," you tell her, making her laugh.
"I don't want to cry," she whines, and you laugh.
"We're almost done."
After a bit, you've finished slicing everything, and now, you're stirring the curry in the wok.
"Should I make some naan or something?" she asks, and you shrug.
"Go ahead."
She starts getting out flour, and, of course, spreading it all over the place.
"Stop that," you laugh as she flicks flour at you.
"I'm not doing anything," she replies, starting to knead some dough.
"Yes, yes you are," you reply as she wipes her hand on your shirt. "Hey!"
"Not doing anything," she says again, giving you a cheeky grin.
"Oh my god."
After a while, you're both covered in flour, and dinner is ready.
"So, do we eat or change?" you ask, brushing off your shirt.
"Change," she responds, pulling off her shirt before walking out of the kitchen.
"Now was that necessary?" you ask, staring at her back as you follow her.
"Of course it was," she says, slipping off her pants before going over to the closet.
"Oh god," you say, trying not to get too distracted. You pull off your clothes and go beside her. "Oh fuck it," you wrap your arms around her waist, making her shriek in surprise.
You kiss her neck as you move up to her lips. She giggles as she smiles against you, and you pull her closer. She puts both hands over yours, and you smile.
"You're so sexy," you murmur, and she bites your bottom lip softly. Her hands move to your thighs before reaching around to grab your ass.
"So are you," she responds, and you smirk. "Dinner can wait."
She moves around in your arms until she's facing you, and she throws her arms around your neck before kissing you passionately.
"Fuck yes it can."

A/N
doggo where'd you go lmao