'No, no, I can handle it.'

This has been going on for about 30 minutes, and it probably would go on for a while more. Alex and Sean were in the kitchen of Sean's apartment, preparing themselves to make chocolate chip cookies the way Sean remembered to bake them. He had insisted that they were the best she'd ever taste, so she dared him to prove it. But now that there were in the process of making the dough, Alex wanted to show Sean how to do it more efficiently, even though Sean assured her that his methods were just fine.

Alex's protest was intimidating, but not to Sean of course. She placed her hand on his shoulder, wanting to nudge him away. But he could be just as headstrong as her, and he had no intention of stepping away. So she pushed harder to get in front of Sean, and it all happened in a matter of seconds. Sean stumbled backwards, but since she was leaning against him, she started falling too. Her arms flung wildly in all directions, desperate to find some sort of support. Sean was long down on the floor, but Alex managed to grab the bowl of cookie dough. Which was obviously not helping and she fell back, her back collapsing against Sean's chest. The bowl full of dough was in the air a second longer than she was, and before either of them could realize it, it landed right on top of Sean.

'Oh!' Alex let out, flipping over to look at the damage. 'I'm so sor-'

She couldn't finish that word, because the sight of her dejected boyfriend was one that was hilarious to say the least. His cheeks turned to a bright shade of red, his hair and face was in a mess of brown, chocolate filled cookie dough, and his lips had formed the beginning of an ashamed pout. 'What just happened?'

Alex could not contain herself for one second more and burst out into laughter. 'You look ridiculous.' She crawled back on her feet and watched him as he leaned his head back on the cold kitchen floor in shame.

'I just… showered.' Sean started complaining, and the whiny tone in his voice made Alex laugh even more.

'Come on, grandma, get off the floor. These things happen.' Alex extended her arm to help him get up. 'Besides,' she said, as Sean started wiping some of the stuff off of his sweater. '…you look delicious.' She fished a chunk of cookie dough from the top of his nose and tasted it with a teasing grin.

'Delicious, huh?' Sean grimaced.

The boyish glint in his eyes gave her a premature warning of what he was intending to do, so she started backing off, using her hands in the air as a defense. 'No, Sean. No, you're not doing that.'

'Doing what?' he feigned innocence, even though he took a few steps in her direction. 'I'm not doing anything.'

Both Alex and Sean froze in their steps for a beat, their eyes locked, trying to figure out what the other person would do. 'Sean….' Alex tried once more.

This time, Sean just chuckled, before hurling himself at her and grabbing her. She started protesting wildly in his grip, but he was much stronger than her (which still surprised her to this day), and before she could escape from his grip, he had already rubbed some of the dough on her. After a moment of struggling, he finally let her go and watched her in amusement.

'There. Are you happy now, Sean?'

There were stains on Alex's shirt and some of the chocolate was stuck to her face. But no matter how angry she wanted to be at him, she couldn't because he stared back at her with that damn adorable cute smirk of his that he knew she couldn't resist.

'What do you think I am?'

The two of them took another moment to think about what just happened, before Alex broke the ice. 'I guess we're not baking cookies anymore today.' She cleared her throat, wiping her pants. She still had to get used to these light-hearted moments she often had with him.

'Nah.' Sean kneeled and picked up a piece of dough from the floor. 'We're not that gross.' He tossed it in the trash can. 'We just need to clean this mess up.' He glanced at her, and rose to his feet. 'Starting there.' He approached her with a big grin, and she stared at him with those big, blue eyes.

'What are you doing?'

'Cleaning up.' He said matter-of-factly, leaning in for a piece of chocolate on her cheek.


Author's Note: This is my first fic in with will probably be a whole bunch of short fics. I just want this Sean/Alex section to live a little. For every new story, I will pick an idea for this tumblr called 'imagine your otp...'. I hope you like it. Also, happy belated birthday to my fellow Salex Soldier Sister, whatever the hell you want to call each other, Tara! I dedicate this one to you!

(reviews are very much appreciated)