YOU.

Milk & Cookies

"Are you gonna watch the movie or me?" I ask after catching his gaze yet again.

"Both. Why choose?" He shrugs.

Fair point.

My arms wrap around his torso just a little tighter. "Well, watch me less", I giggle.

It was another snowy, December night, and I wanted nothing more than this: me, him, and The Sound of Music, my all time favorite movie.

I've been in love with this movie for as long as I can remember. Everytime I watch it, I feel nostalgic for this time period I never grew up in.

My eyes remain glued to the screen, only taking them away to make sure that my lover is interested too.

"Stop looking at me!!" I cover my face to hide my goofy, embarrassed smile.

"I can't help it!" He grins.

"Is the movie boring? We can watch something else."

"Not at all", he reassures, "You're just so beautiful. I can't keep my eyes off of you sometimes."

My face flushes pink.

"Thank you." My voice softens to nearly a whisper.

Ding!

The cookies are ready!

"I got it!" I declare before racing off into his parents' kitchen.

Technically, I'm not supposed to be here right now, since his parents are away on a business trip. But... I'm a good kid, so they shouldn't worry at all.

I grab one of their cute, polka-dot, oven mittens before opening the burning hot oven.

"Looks good to me", I decide before taking out the five cookies.

After letting them cool off, I go back to give them a tasting. Warm and sugary goodness overwhelms me when I pop one of the cookies in my mouth.

"Mmm", I moan before chewing on another one.

"Hey save some for me!" He teases from the living room.

"Make me!" I say with a mouth full of sugar cookie.

I turn around to pour myself a glass of milk.

"Ahh!", I shriek, most likely spilling a little milk.

I smack his chest with my free hand.

"You scared me! Why would you sneak up on me like that!"

He has no response. Instead, I watch his lips spread into a knowing smirk.

"What?"

He takes a daring step forward. By instinct, I take a step back. We do this until my back is pressed against the counter, and we're barely an inch apart.

"You said you wanted me to make you stop, right?"

Before I can respond, he carefully sets down the milk that was in my hand, and presses his lips against mine.

The kisses are angelic. Light and soft pecks on my lips, cheeks, and forehead. They say, "I love your face and I guess you too!"

I can't help but to moan into the kiss when picks me up to sit my small body onto the counter.

The kiss deepens to the point that I feel as if we're one, never to be separated again. My hands clutch both sides of his face, tracing his jawline. That damn jawline. His tongue licks between my lips, begging for an entrance. I open my mouth just enough to allow his tongue to enter.

His tongue easily makes a home in my mouth as if it was always meant to be there. His tongue pushes mine as a playful dominance. My tongue fights back before giving in to the pleasure.

I can feel his hand smoothly moving up my thighs, squeezing and slapping them. My legs wrap around him to pull him in even closer. I don't want any of it to end.

He stops the kiss by biting my lower lip. I open my eyes and my lip is still between his teeth. The look in his eyes drive me madder than ever before. I pant wildly from the experience.

"What does a kiss like that mean?" I ask out loud, more to myself than him.

When I slide off of the counter, the last two cookies are gone and in his mouth.

"It means that we're out of cookies, so there's no need for your milk."

I glare in good spirits. He won this round, and he knows it.

Author's Note
Hey!! I hope you enjoyed this! I wrote this one in first person with no names, so that it could be read as a GxB or BxB. Go on and try reading it as both! :)