A/N: just a cute little fluff bunny scenario suggested to me by friends. once again, written and posted on my phone so srry for mistakes. happy fluff!


"James, put that spatula down." Lily laughed, as James held the battered spatula threateningly before him, forcing her back at the risk of her cardigan becoming tomorrow's dessert.

"Make me, Evans." He taunted, circling around the island that held the messy process of their cookie-making.

"Don't threaten me, Potter, you'll regret it." She replied, choosing the electric mixer as her weapon.

"Pulling out the big guns, I see." James side-stepped stealthily around the island, Lily moving backwards to keep an equal distance between them.

She refused to move her eyes from James' face, and instead tried to piece together the details of her surroundings using what she could see from the corner of her eye, trying to figure our her next move.

That's when she reached forward quickly, moving fast, her arm like a striking serpent, and grabbed a handful of the batter from the waiting bowl, and throwing it, hitting James in the shoulder.

"What you going to do Potter?" She asked, smirking with a fake menace. "Too scared to hit back?" She taunted.

"You wish." He said, his hands finding the cookie dough for themselves, and throwing his own handful, which landed in Lily's hair.

"James. Potter. You did /not/ just get batter in my hair." Lily advanced angrily, and James wasn't sure how much she was joking anymore, until he saw a familiar glint in her eyes, and the corner of her mouth twitch ever so slightly.

"What are you going to do?" He asked, reflecting back her earlier taunt. She stopped moving for a moment, a pause to think, debate about what she was really going to do, before that moment was over in the same second, her falter forgotten as she continued her advance on her fiancee.

She closed the gap, and when she wrapped her arms around his waist, she gave in to the smile that had been creeping onto her visage earlier, giving into it completely and wholly.

"This." She said, and she stood on her tippy toes, putting a hand to his cheek, smearing the batter on his face and top as she pulled his face down to hers, and met his lips with a loving passion.

When she pulled away, she looked him in the eyes, those hazel infinities, and took him in. The way his strong jaw supported that wide grin, the way his eyes crinkled slightly at his laugh behind his crooked glasses, and the ever messy hair that he ran his hands through even now, leaving traces of uncooked crumbs that stood out in contrast against the ebony tone.

"We should make cookies more often." He laughed, pressing his lips against hers again. "Maybe we should actually make them next time." Lily smiled against his mouth.

"Either way. I like this just as well." He decided, kissing her lightly, before offering her the remaining batter on his spatula.