Christmas Cookies

CohenTheKitty

A Oneshot story for your Christmas pleasure!

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"Tom, if you keep eating the icing off of your fingers, you're going to have plain cookies!" Angel pouted as she scolded him, Collins laughed as he jammed two sugar covered digits into his mouth. Angel shook her head and continued mixing food coloring into various bowels of plain incing. He made to dip the tip of his finger into one but Angel slapped it away. "Stop it!!!"

He chuckled and leant to kiss her cheek. "Sorry baby." He said softly.

"No you're not!" She said, setting a bowel aside to pull a batch of cookies from the oven. The door opened and Mimi and Roger came in, laughing softly. Mimi shut the door with an expert kick of her leg and walked to kiss Angel on the cheek. "Feliz Navidad, chica. Oooooo! You're making cookies? Let me help!" She said, dipping a finger into icing and licking it off.

"Hey!" Angel shooed her away. "Why do you people think eating all my icing will help me out?"

Roger picked up Angel's rolling pin and tilted his head as he gazed at it, he gave Mimi a wicked grin. "Hey Meems, what do you think they do with this when Angel isn't making any cookies?" Angel turned bright red and snatched it from Roger's hands, shook her head.

"You're vile."

He batted his lashes innocently. "You love me."

Roger, Mimi and Collins went and sat on the couch, began talking about their Holiday plans when Mark came in and looked around at them all. "Merry Christmas guys! How's it going?" All three of them pointed to Angel, who was frantically rolling out dough, using cookie cutters to cut out shapes, throw them onto baking sheets and and throw said sheets into the oven.

"Uh, Ang? Do you need some. . .?"

"Help? HELP? No, Mark! I do not need you to come over here and stick your fingers into the icing and eat it or for you to make sexual comments about my rolling pin or for you to be grabbing my ass and telling me to let the cookies bake themselves while we go into the other room and mess around!"

Mimi, Roger and Mark all looked at Collins with quirky, somewhat unsettled expressions. Collins was blushing very deeply and looked down at his feet, which he was turning around on the floor. "Well gee, what can I say? Seeing her in the apron and all I just. . ."

"It's ok, Collins." Mark said quickly, walked over to Angel and started rolling out more dough. "Here, I'll help you." He said gently, cutting the dough with the cutters once he was done and setting it on a sheet, ready for the oven once the batch that was already in there was done.

Mimi swung her leg in boredom, then sighed and stood from the couch, pulled Roger up. "C'mon. Let's go bake and have some real fun!" She said before hauling him down to her apartment. Mark shook his head and helped Angel bake about three more batches before Collins came over to help ice.

Mark went to bed halfway through it and they iced every last cookie to perfection. Angel boxed some of them and took that box with her as she led Collins home, the clock rang out Midnight right then and Angel turned to Collins. "Merry Christmas, baby." She leant up to kiss him when his hand came up and spurted blue icing in her face, all over her lips and cheeks and nose. She blinked a few times and would have gotten mad, she really would have.

But then Collins bent and licked it all off, and it was a very Merry Christmas indeed.

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Merry Christmas everyone!