Prompt: Why is my kitchen covered in flour?

From Rolodexthoughts

Darcy Lewis knew something was wrong the moment she walked into her apartment. She didn't know exactly what it was, but she just had one of those feelings in the pit of her stomach. She jumped when she switched on the living room light and saw her boyfriend leaning up against the doorframe of the kitchen doorway with his arms folded behind him, smiling sheepishly.

"Phil? What the hell? You scared the shit outta-" she paused as her eyes flicked down to his black suit which was dusted with a thick white powder. At first she thought maybe he had been in some kind of battle and it was debris, but he had a smile on his face.

A guilty smile.

She stepped closer, noticing that there was powder on his forehead and the tip of his nose. Yeah, something was definitely not right here. "What is that?" she asked, brushing her hand against his suit.

"I didn't think you were going to be home for a while," he said with a bit of worry in his voice.

"Jane let me leave early because she knew you planned something for my birthday," she said, trying to look past Phil into the kitchen, but every time she tried he moved to block her view. "What are you doing in there?"

"Nothing. Why don't you go sit down on the couch and I'll bring us some wine," Phil said quickly, moving to the left just as Darcy tried to peak over his shoulder.

" ... Okay," she said warily, walking a couple of steps back. Just as Phil turned his back, Darcy made a move and bolted past him into the kitchen. "Oh my god! Why is my kitchen covered in flour!?" she shrieked.

Phil scratched the back of his head, still with that guilty look on his face. "Happy Birthday?"

"What ... did ... you do?" There was flour all over the kitchen counter, the floor, the cupboards, it was everywhere.

"So apparently just because a mixer has a max speed on it, doesn't mean you should use it," he gave her another smile and picked up a dishrag. "I was trying to make you birthday cupcakes.

"Did you think if you set it to the high speed that it would get done faster?" Darcy was trying not to laugh but thought of her boyfriend trying to bake for her and having it blow up in his face was really amusing.

"Yeah, ... it doesn't work like that does it?" He glanced over at her as he began to wipe up some of the flour on the counter. "Are you mad?"

She tried to give him a dirty look but her lips began to turn upward in a smile. "You are ridiculously adorable. No, I'm not mad. You tried to make me cupcakes? Do you even know how to bake?"

"I got a book," he said picking up the cookbook and tapping it.

Darcy laughed and shook her head, grabbing the dust pan out from under the sink. She had hoped for a relaxing evening tonight with a little wine and some major cuddling with Phil, but cleaning up with him at her side was fun too. Darcy stood up and looked down at the flour on the counter and her heart skipped a beat.

He had written 'I love you' in the flour.

When they had started this whole thing six months ago it was because she was bored and he was lonely, and neither of them thought it was going to go very far. It started out as just a few kisses here and there; those turned into occasional make out sessions; from there it went to sleeping together once in a while. She was actually shocked when he asked to take her out on a real date, but she had said yes because she was afraid to lose him. That was weird because she had never been afraid to lose a guy before. She ended up having a lot more fun on the date than she thought she would; Phil Coulson wasn't as straight laced as everyone made him out to be. After five dates they were officially a couple, which was a shock to all of their friends.

After six months of being together, he was finally saying to her what she had felt for him for a very long time. "You love me?" she whispered.

He nodded. "I love you," he whispered back.

"I love you too, Phil." Darcy said wrapping her arms around him and kissing him sweetly on the lips. When she pulled away some of the flour from him transferred onto her. "You got me all messy," she said wiping at the flour on her cheek

"Hmmm," he said placing a kiss on the corner of her mouth. "Maybe we should get into the shower?" He arched his eyebrow and smirked.

The kitchen could wait because right now Darcy just wanted Phil. "Best. Birthday. Ever," she said just before she pulled him in for another kiss.