Demi Imagines

Cookies

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

"Do you want the last cookie?" you call as you come back into the living room with said cookie.
"You can have it," she replies, turning back to the TV.
"Yeah, I know you want it," you reply, splitting it in half.
You sit down beside her, handing her half of the cookie.
"You know me too well," she says with a laugh, taking a bite of the cookie.
"Mhmm," you reply, breaking off a piece of your cookie and popping it in your mouth.
You continue watching TV together, and after a while, you finish your cookie. Leaning into Demi's side, you wrap an arm around her. She puts her arm around your shoulder, still holding her cookie in her hand.
You glance to her, and she doesn't seem to notice as you lean toward her hand.
"Demi?" you say, trying not to laugh as your mouth is nearly touching her cookie.
"What?" she asks before seeing you. "HEY DON'T TOUCH MY COOKIE!" she yells, starting to laugh. She pulls her arm off you before stuffing her cookie into her mouth.
You laugh at her reaction, and she covers her mouth with her hand as she stifles her laughter.
"So protective of your cookie," you tease, and she whines.
"You were about to steal it. What did you expect?" she laughs, putting her arm around you again. You lean into her, nuzzling her neck with your face.
"I wasn't really going to steal it," you respond, looking up at her and grinning.
"How should I know, you little thief?" she says, trying not to laugh.
"Oh shut up. You love me," you reply, and she rolls her eyes playfully.
"Yeah, I do," she says before leaning in and giving you a kiss. You smile against her and move your hand to her face. Her skin is so soft and smooth. Her lips are hot against yours, and she tastes like cookies.
"I love you, too," you mumble against her lips, and she smiles.
"More than cookies?" she says as she pulls away.
"Mmm I don't know about that," you reply, and she gasps dramatically.
"Not loving your girlfriend more than cookies! Oh the horror!"
"Shut up. You like cookies more than you like me," you tease, and she laughs.
"Well, I mean, cookies are great," she replies with a shrug.
"Can't argue with that." You pull her closer, snuggling into her side. She's so warm and comfortable.
"Stop using me as your personal heater," she mutters, stifling a laugh.
"Hey, you do the same thing to me," you retort, pecking her on the cheek.
"Fine fine," she laughs, looking to you and brushing your hair behind your ear.
You smile at her, and she leans in, kissing your lips once more. You smile against her. You love her so much.
"Want go buy more cookies?" she giggles, and you pull away to look at her.
"Of course."

A/N
so I wrote this halfway through and couldn't keep going then came back to it and this happened so I mean it's not great but it was a bit easier to write
And then now as I proofread, the word cookie has been used so much that it sounds weird lmaooo