I smear flour down her straight nose and it leaves a thick white streak, severely contrasting with her tan Californian skin. She giggles and I can't help but catch her contagious laughter.
Then she taps my cheek with her flour covered hand and leaves a huge print along my cheekbone. Whenever we make cookies, somehow we make a mess. We're covered in flour and I don't think that cookie dough can ever come out of curtains. There's M&Ms mashed into the floor and oil slicked all over the counter. I'm pretty sure something in the oven caught on fire and cookie cutters litter the table, but hell, I'll go to the ends of the earth if it makes her happy.
We collapse on the couch, stuffing our faces like two five-year-olds that snuck cookies from the cookie jar, gobbling them up before mom can catch us. "These cookies are SO GOOD!" Cat moans, shoving another into her mouth. She looks adorable with flour streaked through her hair and chocolate on her cheeks.
I suddenly get the urge to kiss her.
So I do.
It's passionate and slow and I feel the stereotypical "fireworks". Well, it's more like a wildfire burning through a forest, wild and unconfined. My hands are on her tiny waist and her shocked little gasp only makes me love her more. The way she tentatively held my shoulders, hands shaking, makes me melt.
We break apart and my heart races as she opens her eyes. As our eyes meet she tackles me down, hugging me tightly.
"I love you Sam."
"I love you too, kid."
We fall asleep like that. The mess can wait til later.
A/N: so I'm going to start writing little one-shots of Sam and Cat because let's be honest, I love them. I will try to update weekly, as highschool is becoming more intense as the school year winds down. Thanks for reading + see you later!