Habits Of My Heart

Part 9

Motivation

Emily's POV

Alex squints his eyes as he looks at me, one eyebrow raised.

"Cookie competition?"

"Who makes the best? Fuck yes. I'm gonna beat your ass."

I jump off the counter and turn back to Alex and register the shocked expression on his face.

"Too harsh? Sorry, I'm competitive."

I stick out my tongue as Alex laughs and brightens the lights whilst I set the oven temperature. I'm glad that baking cookies was what I chose to steer the conversation. Undoubtedly Alex has seemed to spark something in me but I don't want to mess it up by doing something I know I'll regret.

This way I can focus on something else whilst still doing something fun with him.

Soon, all the shit we need to make our cookies is out. I've decided to make some red velvet and white chocolate chip and Alex is making peanut butter and milk chocolate chip.

Before we begin, I turn to Alex and ask him to play more music. After he presses play, I slyly grin at him and narrow my eyes.

"It's on bitch."

We make a mess of the kitchen whilst rushing around trying to make the best cookies. Motivation by Normani starts to play and we prance around the kitchen like idiots, using the wooden spoons as microphones.

It's crazy to think that we only met a few hours ago.

Eventually we get to the stage of rolling out the cookies, flicking flour everywhere. When I say everywhere, I mean absolutely fucking everywhere. It's on the floor, down the cupboards, on the stoves and all over our clothes.

I roll my cookies out into hearts, Alex cuts his out with a knife and I can't quite tell what they are from the other side of the counter. Soon they're in the oven and the timer is set.

Alex chucks the plastic bowls and spoons in the sink as I run some water. We spend the time whilst the cookies are baking in an attempt to clean the kitchen: I wash the utensils and bowls, Alex sweeps up the mess on the floor which leaves huge flour streaks behind, not really helping the situation.

An idea pops into my head as I dip my finger in the flour on the counter and wipe it on Alex's nose. He turns to me and makes an "oh really you wanna play that game?" face and rubs his entire hand in flour. Before I can run, he saunters over to me and slaps his flour-ridden hand straight on my ass, leaving a huge handprint.

I gasp as the colour drains from his face and he looks terrified.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't think, I shouldn't have done that I'm really sorry."

Alex keeps scrambling for words as I turn and cover every inch of my hands in flour. Confusion washes over his face as I smile sweetly and walk back over to him. My arms snake over his waist and I slap both my hands on his ass and squeeze, all done whilst my eyes are glued to his.

He gasps and his eyes widen and I chuckle. He still looks shocked and guilty.

"Lighten up, I'm not pissed."

"I'm still sorry."

"Stop apologising."

I keep my eyes locked on Alex's as I slowly run my hands from his ass to his sides, his chest then his neck. Holy fuck he is ripped. I keep one hand planted on his neck and I use the other to wipe away the flour on his nose.

Alex wraps me in his arms as I hook mine around his neck. He squeezes my waist causing me to gasp and part my lips. our faces are a mere few inches apart.

My view travels down from his eyes to his lips. Those lips. Those plump lips. I instinctively pull my bottom lip under my teeth. Alex leans forward towards me until our moment is broken by the timer buzzing for the cookies, making me jump.

Alex lets me go and turns the timer off, then reaches for the cookies.

A wave of hot air is released from the oven as Alex opens it and he pulls out the trays.

My eyes catch onto his cookies and I realise that he's made a bunch of dick cookies. Literally, they're cock-shaped.

I squeal and laugh as Alex picks up the cookies with a spatula. He places one on his mouth and bites off the tip, the innuendo and dirty undertone making me laugh uncontrollably.

Alex hands one to me and I try my best to one-up his dirty banter.

I take the cookie and run my tongue up the edge of the cookie dick and put it all in my mouth and moan. Alex seems to be tranced by my actions. Then, I harshly bite down and break off the dick, leaving the cookie balls behind.

Alex's eyes widen and I smile and chuckle. He gasps and jumps over to the fridge and pulls out some squirty cream. Before I know it, he's squirted cream all over my face. God that sounds so dirty. I grab the can and squirt it on one of his cookies then smush it onto his face.

Alex makes a goofy expression as I double over with laughter until my stomach hurts.

As childish and humouring the cookies are, they're fucking delicious.

"These are fucking tasty, my god."

Alex smirks and leans over me to grab a red velvet cookie, handing one to me aswell. We 'clink' our cookies like you would do with a shot and take a bite.

Alex moans in delight as he chews,
"These taste really fucking good aswell."

Has the molly managed to exceed my cooking abilities? It's either that or I'm too hungry to care.

Alex tips all the cookies onto a plate and pours two glasses of milk.

"Shall we?"

"We shall."

I grab the milk and on a last second thought I pick up the squirty cream aswell, then we head down to Alex's room.