Michaelishious - Vol. 2018

Dec. 23: Cookies and Milk

Author's note:

This imagine is based on the story 'And the Winner is...'. Lauren is Michael's wife, and together they have two kids. That's really short summarized, but it'll help.

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"Michael!! Get up! I've been calling you for ages, and you promised!"

I knew he was ignoring me on purpose. Ever since he made me that birthday cake at the beginning of our relationship, he had dreaded to be a part of anything cook-like in the kitchen whatsoever. And I had to admit that I was sort of guilty of that, since I'd teased him about it for a while later. But now, several years after, I regretted every single word.

"Can you please come, so we can start on the Christmas cookies? The kids are already waiting."

He groaned as an answer, stretched a little, and pulled the bed sheets over his head.

"Hey, mister! I'm warning you. If you don't get up..."

I tried to come up with something that would get his attention, but snorted when I couldn't. Instead, I just stomped my foot and turned to leave.

"Fine! Then there will be no pie for you later!"

I heard some ruffling in the sheets, and Michael clearing his voice. And when he spoke with his raspy morning voice, I was on the verge of letting out a little moan. But I bit my lip and kept it in, and was about to leave the room.

"W-what kind of pie?"

I smirked. Ha! So I managed to make him interested after all, huh? I slowly turned around, and pursed my lips, mostly to keep myself from grinning widely. But even I heard the mischievous tone in my voice.

"Ahh, you know... The one you really, really like."

I raised my hand up to my mouth, and let my index finger stroke seemingly casually over my bottom lip, while they parted ever so slightly. And with a lazy gaze, I continued:

"The one..." I paused, just briefly let the tip of my tongue graze my finger pad, barely enough for him to notice. But I could see it in his eyes, that he did.

"...with cream on it?" I asked, not expecting any answer. The way his eyes switched from a curios gaze to a darkened, lusty one, was answer enough. And his nose wings flared a little, when my teeth sunk into my bottom lip, before I released...slowly.

He cleared his voice again, and couldn't quite conceal the rawness in his voice.

"The one I can..." he started, but he involuntary swallowed mid-sentence, leaving me free to finish.

"Yeah. The one you can make without killing other than..."

I pointed down at myself, and cocked one eyebrow.

"...her."

He shut his eyes, like if he was in pain, and tried to avoid a groan, and I inwardly chuckled like a maniac. I knew Mikezilla would betray him. Especially since it still was early in the morning, and he most likely was awake anyway. But I forced myself not to think about it. We didn't have time for that until after we were done baking. And now, the kids waited impatiently in the kitchen together with the nanny.

"I... I'm coming," he mumbled, probably a little annoyed at himself by how easily I managed to talk him over. But it was true; he really did promise, and I was going to make sure he kept it. A devilish half smile spread on my lips, when I turned around to leave, and a little plan started to form in my head.