Hello!
So here's the story where I'm going to be posting my one shots until my computer's fixed. I'm hopefully going to be able to put up one of these chapter things a day until I go on holiday so keep leaving suggestions for stories that you'd like to see me write! Here's the one shot for today!
His chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm, each movement felt by her hand, which was delicately placed on his torso, her finger tips brushing and running over the now dry material of the his yellow rash guard. While his girlfriend's fingers touched his chest, his fingers gently combed through her not-quite-dry-yet chocolate brown locks, trying their hardest not to get stuck and tug at a knot. The sunshine beat down on their skin and the crystal clear waves rushed up the shore before changing their mind and retreating back to the vast ocean. The water lapped onto the sand a few metres away from the lifeguard chair that the couple were curled up in, fitting together like two jigsaw pieces. Her head slotted into the space between his chin and his shoulder and his hand moulded into position at her waist, hugging her so close to him that they could almost be counted as one person. Contented smiles played at their lips as they gazed out at the horizon, trying to think of a better situation than this one but not being able to come up with an answer. He turned his head to the side a few inches and planted a kiss on the top of her head. A shot of what felt like electricity blossomed from that spot and flooded through her whole body and instinctively her grin widened. As she grinned out to sea, he felt his own smile growing, even though he was now just staring at the top of her head. He could tell that she was smiling from the way that her cheek moved slightly and he didn't even need to see proof to make him grin in return, he could barely contain his own smile anyway. Both of them were now grinning like idiots although they had no idea how much the other valued them or how lucky they felt to have each other, but they didn't care, they just knew that they were meant for each other. They worked perfectly. Or, to quote some of their friends from the past, they were meant to be.
"I'm hungry," the boy said a few seconds later, saying the first thought that popped into his head that wasn't centred around his girlfriend, which was why it took him a while to process the words. She was part of his thoughts most of the time anyway, so when they were together it just made it even harder for him to concentrate.
"Brady, we've just had lunch," the girl said, sitting up straight and adjusting herself so that she could look at her boyfriend properly. "How can you still be hungry?" she chuckled, tucking a piece of his blonde hair behind his ear.
"I don't know," Brady replied, his eyes trained on his girlfriend and his smile staying firmly on his face.
"But we just ate," the girl continued. "And I would know, I paid for it," she added, making Brady let out a small laugh.
"Which I am very thankful for, babe," Brady smiled. His girlfriend let out another chuckle before leaning in and planting a kiss on his cheek. "As I am for that," Brady continued, gazing at the brunette again as she leaned back to her sitting position, still letting out a tiny chuckle as she went.
"You're welcome. But, babe?" the girl said, a more prominent laugh escaping her lips this time as she referenced her new nickname. "Really?"
"Hey, what's wrong with it? I just wanted to switch it up from Mack, that's all," Brady said, trying to defend himself but only getting another small chuckle from the girl sat beside him. "Ok, fine. What do you want me to call you? Sweetie? Honey?" Brady suggested jokingly, making Mack let out yet another laugh. He knew that Mack would hate being called any of these names but at least he was making her smile by saying them. "Cutie Pie? Ooh, that actually sounds good," Brady continued, cutting off his list of affectionate nicknames rather abruptly.
"Cutie Pie? You think that's a good choice?" Mack scoffed, raising one of her eyebrows at the blonde in disapproval.
"No, I think that pie sounds good, I'm still hungry," Brady chuckled.
"Oh come on then, let's go get you something to eat," Mack sighed, chuckling yet again as she started to get up.
"I don't want to just go and get something, that's boring," Brady whined, messing around purely for his own amusement, but hopefully for Mack's too because he never got tired of seeing her smile or hearing her laugh, which to him was the most beautiful sight and the most beautiful sound on the planet.
"What do you want to do then?" Mack asked, putting her hands on her hips as she knelt in front of her boyfriend, one foot already dangling over the edge of the wooden lifeguard chair, ready to climb down to the sand. "I thought that you wanted food."
"I do want food but just going and buying it's boring," Brady said.
"What do you want me to do, cook you something?" Mack asked, not being serious, which is why Brady's answer came as a surprise.
"Now you're talking," Brady said, a mischievous smile forming on his face as Mack's eyebrows furrowed together.
"Wait, what? Brady, I don't have anything to cook for you," Mack started, obviously not terribly fond of the idea so far.
"Good, I was feeling like baking something instead," Brady chuckled.
"Well you do have a sweet tooth," Mack sighed, letting out a small giggle as Brady's smile widened.
"Wow, you know me so well," Brady said sarcastically, forcing another laugh out of his girlfriend.
"Just because you want me to bake you something doesn't mean that I automatically have all of the ingredients at my house, you know," Mack said, trying to put her serious head back on as she folded her arms across her chest.
"Well we'll just have to go on adventure to the faraway land of the supermarket, won't we?" Brady said, sending a quizzical look to his girlfriend, seeing if she'd given in to him yet. But he was just shot a challenging stare from Mack.
"We can't just go into the supermarket dressed like this," she said, motioning to her surfing attire.
"Says who? I think that you look great," Brady shot back, looking Mack up and down to confirm his statement.
"Flattery's not going to get you anywhere," Mack said, praying that Brady couldn't see how flushed her cheeks were so that she could keep up this act of her being stubborn.
"Oh really? Well how about bribery? I'll pay for everything we need, you can choose what we make and I'll give you a piggy back to the car," Brady suggested, noticing how hard Mack was finding it to remain unwilling to go along with him.
"Oh, fine. Deal," Mack agreed, watching with glee as Brady's face broke out into a huge grin. She moved to the side so that Brady could climb down the lifeguard tower first before following him down and then jumping on his back when she reached the bottom.
"Woohoo! Warm, baked goods of Mack's choice here we come!" Brady hollered, making Mack giggle away from her place on his back. She wrapped her arms loosely around his neck and he started the rather bumpy piggyback ride to his car.
An enthusiastic singalong session and a raucous trip around the supermarket later (it turns out that skidding down the isles with the help of the trolley results in a lot of squealing from both males and females thanks to the couple's little experiment), Mack and Brady were walking back into Mack's beach shack with a brown bag full of the ingredients they needed.
"I can't believe that we've been rock climbing together, gone bowling together and were thrown back in time into a 1960s beach musical together but we've never cooked with each other before," Brady said as Mack opened the door for him, since he was holding the bag of food for her.
"That might be a good thing, this could turn out to be a disaster," Mack said, placing the keys down on a table near the door before slipping off into the kitchen.
"Hey, you can't go wrong with chocolate chip cookies," Brady chuckled before he followed her and dumped the bag of ingredients down on the counter just before Mack turned around to face him. "Right, now put this on," she instructed, tossing his a bundle of blue fabric. "And then wash your hands, please."
Brady unravelled the piece of cloth and found that it was a sky blue apron with thin white stripes on. As he slipped it over his head he looked across and saw Mack doing the same with an identical apron apart from the fact that her's was light pink. "Hey, look," he chuckled. "We match."
"Oh yeah," Mack laughed, glancing down to look at her own apron before glancing over at Brady in his. "You look cute."
"That's funny, I was just about to say the same thing to you," Brady grinned, pecking her cheek with a kiss and wrapping his arms around her for a second before sauntering past her on his way to the sink. The pair washed their hands and weighed out the ingredients and after about five minutes of sorting everything out, they were ready to start.
"Ok, so you've preheated the oven, right?" Mack checked, glancing across at the blonde for reassurance.
"You know it," Brady grinned.
"Great, so first we've got to mix the butter with the sugar," Mack explained, reading from the recipe that she'd selected.
"Boom," Brady said, dropping the block of butter into the mixing bowl, followed by what he thought was sugar. "And boom," he said triumphantly, staring at the bowl of ingredients with a confident smile playing at his lips.
"Uh, Brady?" Mack said, tearing her boyfriend's gaze away from the mixing bowl and up to her. "That was the flour."
Brady's face fell almost instantly. "Oops," he said, looking extremely guilty, like a child who'd been caught trying to find their Christmas presents a week early.
"Don't worry," Mack chuckled, thinking that his expression was adorable. "We'll just start over," she cooed, dabbing her finger in the flour before flirtatiously stroking Brady's nose, leaving a faint, white line behind. Brady just laughed at her and quickly brushed it off, much to Mack's fake disappointment. So he redid the flour marking, smudging it on himself just so that he could see Mack's smile again.
So once the pair had finished covering Brady's nose in flour war paint, they weighed out more butter and flour and started again. They mixed the butter and sugar correctly this time and they added the vanilla essence but then it came to the egg.
"Are you sure that I can trust you cracking this?" Mack asked, raising an eyebrow at her boyfriend as she handed him the egg.
"Positive, I'm a pro," Brady said, sending her a cheeky grin. He cracked the egg, making sure not to allow any fragments of shell into the mixture. "See? Perfect, just like you," Brady smirked, gazing happily at the light blush that gradually appeared on Mack's face.
"Well done," Mack chuckled, turning back to the recipe to see what they had to do next when she felt something being smeared across her cheek. She looked shot a glance across at Brady, who she found to be laughing away to himself, before raising a hand to her cheek. "Did you just put raw egg on my cheek?" Mack asked in disbelief, her eyebrows knitted together as she made the connection to the dripping eggshell halves in Brady's right hand and the slimy mark on her cheek. Brady just replied with a mischievous laugh before dumping the eggshells in the bin and drying his hands. "You seriously just did that?" Mack asked, trying to mask her amusement with fake anger. But yet again Brady didn't respond, he just grabbed a pinch of flour from a separate bowl and flicked it at Mack.
"Hey, look! It sticks," Brady chuckled as he noticed the flecks of flour sticking the the patch of raw egg on Mack's cheek.
Mack retaliated by grabbing her own pinch of flour and blowing it in Brady's direction. She let out a giggle as Brady reached for the chocolate chips and threw a handful at his girlfriend, who copied his actions. The couple let out laughs and shrieks as they broke into a tiny food fight, tossing handfuls of ingredients at each other before Brady ran over to the sink and grabbed the removable faucet and wielded it like a weapon.
"Don't make me use this," Brady warned although the pair were both sharing huge smiles. Mack took a step back with her hands in the air, playing along with Brady's little game. But the blonde still sent a spray of cold water in Mack's direction, making her shriek. She then grabbed the leftover bag of flour and held it at an angle above Brady's head. "Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry," Brady apologised, now taking his turn to put his hands up in surrender. But Mack just smirked and tilted the bag even further, causing a cloud of white powder to emerge from the bag's opening. "Stop," Brady said, but the phrase came out more like a laugh than he'd intended for it to be. Mack always pretended to be mad around him so now it was his turn. Mack let out a giggle and shook the bag, sending an avalanche of flour to rain down on the pair. "Mack! Stop it! You're making so much mess!" Brady scolded, but a laugh squeezed it's way out at the end of the sentence, making Mack's smile grow. Although Brady didn't seem that way, he really liked everything to be neat and tidy, so when his girlfriend was deliberately tipping flour onto the already partly wet floor, he wasn't going to let her get off easily.
"Oh it's fine, I'll just clear it up later," she replied, putting the bag of flour back on the counter and wrapping her hand around Brady's bicep with one hand and slotting the removable faucet back into place with her other.
"Why are you so adorable?" Brady asked, chuckling and ruffling Mack's hair before letting his hand fall to her waist. Mack let out a small giggle as they walked back over to their baking area, their arms wrapped around each other's torsos. They finished the mixture and rolled out each individual cookie before Mack slid them into the oven. And 10 minutes later, she returned to take them back out again.
"You ready?" Mack asked, hearing Brady's footsteps pounding the wooden floorboards as he ran up behind her.
"I've been waiting for this moment for almost an hour," Brady breathed, making Mack giggle as he stared longingly at the closed oven door from over her shoulder. Mack took the cookies out and she was just admiring the tray of even, golden brown cookies when one of them disappeared, and they'd only been out of the oven for no longer than two seconds. Mack set the tray down and watching Brady's retreating figure disappear into the living room.
"Brady! They've just come out the oven! They're going to be really-"
"Ow! Ok, they're really hot," Brady called from the living room.
"Brady, if you've dropped that on the floor then there's going to be trouble," Mack said jokingly, walking into the living room behind Brady, although knowing him he'd probably be more bothered about the crumbs than she would be.
"No, it's fine, it landed on the sofa," Brady said, quickly picking up the cookie and moving it over a table in the corner. "Which means that I can still eat it later, when it's cooled down," he added with a smirk.
"You wouldn't be having to worry about your cookie's sanitation if you'd just waited for them to cool down in the first place," Mack said, placing her hands on her hips and tipping her head to the side.
"Can you blame me for being excited?" Brady asked, taking her hands in his and bringing them up in between them both.
"No," Mack smiled. "I wanted one too."
"You can share mine when it's cooled down," Brady offered, gently kissing his girlfriend's hands.
"Brady, you do realise that we have like twenty more cookies back in the kitchen," Mack said, raising her eyebrow at him and trying to stifle a laugh.
"Oh yeah," Brady chuckled, a few seconds of silence passing afterwards with the couple just gazing at each other.
"Are your hands ok? You didn't burn them did you?" Mack checked, turning his hands over so that she could look at his palms.
"No, I don't think so," Brady replied, examining his own hands when Mack was done. "It was only a cookie after all, it's not like I just stuck my hands in the oven," he said sarcastically.
"Well I'll give you this anyway," Mack said, kissing Brady's fingertips, where she thought he had burnt them, even though he claimed that he hadn't.
"Actually, now that I think about it, I think that I might have put that cookie in my mouth too," Brady said, trying to keep a straight face.
"Oh, really? So what does that mean?" Mack asked, raising her eyebrow at the blonde again and trying just as hard as Brady to keep a straight face.
"It means that I might have burnt my mouth too," Brady said, a trace of a smile threatening to spring onto his face.
"So I'm guessing that you want one of these now?" Mack asked, leaning in so close to Brady that he could feel her breath tickling his cheeks. Their brown eyes held each other's gaze until they couldn't bare to keep their lips apart any longer. Mack pressed her lips onto Brady's and, without hesitation, he kissed her back, their bodies melting together so that they become one. Mack's fingers ran through Brady's blonde hair and down to the base of his neck, starting to move down the top of his back. Where as Brady's hands found their place at the base of Mack's back, occasionally one would move up to run a hand through her hair but they mainly just tried to pull her as close to him as possible. Their lips locked as their bodies collided, adrenaline pumping through their veins the deeper into the kiss they got. They eventually had to break apart, because the small gasping breaths weren't enough to prevent them from fainting after a while, and when they did they just stared at each other, big grins playing at their previously connected lips. "Maybe we should bake things more often," Mack breathed, wrapping her arms around Brady's neck and bringing their foreheads together so that they were just touching. And their lips found each other once again, obviously as hungry for another kiss as Brady had been for food at the start of this story.
I hope that you liked it!
So it was just a fluffy one shot of Mack and Brady baking, I don't know where I got the idea but I thought that it would be cute! I really hope that I did it justice because even though I love them together, I find writing stuff about Mack and Brady really hard. :/
I can't thank you enough for all of the reviews and follows and favourites I've been getting lately, they mean the world to me! And I'm so pleased that people left suggestions so quickly! You guys are the best!
Tomorrow I'm going to try to write the truth or dare one shot but I wanted to ask you two things:
1. Would you like to see my OC (Coral) to be in the story?
And 2. Could you please leave some suggestions of truths/dares you'd like to see the characters do? And if you'd like to see a specific character do a certain truth/dare then let me know too!
Please leave other suggestions for one shots as well because I'll try my best to do as many as possible! I want to keep you guys happy!
Also, side note and random update on my life, I think that I twisted my ankle when I went bowling on Saturday, so that sucks. But at least that gives me an excuse to stay in and write as long as I keep my foot up. XD
Thank you for reading!
-cherrygorilla