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004 : Cookie Dough

Rating : PG-13, Light R?

Theme : 016. Cookie Dough

October 3, 2007

"...and now you're making cookies?" she asked, raising an eyebrow as she entered his kitchen. First the cupcakes, now this?

"Jazz was teaching me, but she had to go," he said, somewhat aggravated with the situation. "So, she told me the gist of what I have to do, but totally forgot to tell me how long to put them in for, so I'm probably going to have to watch them the entire time until they turn brown or some shit. They're already brown!"

"Why so intense with the cooking all of a sudden?" she asked, running a hand through her hair. At his insisting, she kept it down a bit more than usual. She surveyed the messy area, wondering what, truly, had gotten into him.

She watched him shrug, begrudgingly letting her in on his secret, "I don't know. I mean, when I'm older, I want something my kids will like me for. I can't cook normal, healthy food; but, if I made the best cookies and cupcakes, they'd love me forever. Don't you think?"

Her heart melted at those words. So, he was already thinking of the future? They were twenty, and they were getting closer to that time... she didn't know if she was in his mind when thinking that far ahead. She wondered, though.

Realizing that he was waiting for a response, she shrugged, "I can't cook much... so, basically, my kids are going to be screwed. I hope their father can cook at least something so they won't starve."

"He'll try," he said to himself under his breath, hoping Sam didn't hear his words.

She did. Even though it was a topic she wanted to delve into further, she decided that now was not the time.

"Why bake them at all?" she asked, inching over to the bowl of cookie dough. Sticking in a finger, she pulled out a dollop and stuck it in her mouth, savoring the taste on her tongue.

The look on Danny's face was sheer gold. With an innocent glance from Sam, she plucked her finger from her mouth. "Hm?"

"Don't you dare pull that one on me," he said, giving her a longing glance. "That was totally unfair and you know it."

"Unfair? You could have some if you wanted, it's yours," she replied, pushing the large bowl in his direction with a smirk.

Looking down at the bowl, then back up at her, his decision was made. Crossing the small distance between them, he kissed her passionately, locking his hands below her backside and hoisting her up against him, against the table. Muffling her moan of surprise, his tongue forced its way into her mouth, meeting her own. Demanding dominance, he held her hands together with one of his, allowing his other hand to wander and caress her body. Blocking her groan of disappointment, he completely devoured her in kisses, touches, and caresses.

Her groans turned into moans, and soon enough, her legs that were dangling off the edge of the counter-top were wrapped around his hips. With her limited movement, that's all that she could do, and she would make her intentions known; she ground her hips against his, never breaking contact, and pulled him even closer to her, needing to feel the warmth that only he could create within her. Breaking the kiss, Danny moved alongside her jaw, nipping and biting his way to her neck. Switching between tender kisses and biting, he knew she was completely his to control; she was under his power, whether or not she would admit it. She threw her head back, panting, trying to regain her surroundings; her mind was fuzzy, her lips swollen and red.

Looking up at the ceiling, she tried to remain as composed as she could, but that was an extremely hard task with those lips of his at work. Tilting her head backwards, she looked above her once again, to see that they were not as alone as they originally intended.

Pushing him away with a gentle nudge, she whispered harshly, "Danny, stop." She lowered her legs, gaining her footing once again.

"Why?" he mumbled, looking up at her, then noticing the look in her eyes, stopped. "Something wrong?"

The sound of a female clearing her throat echoed in the kitchen.

"Sorry to interrupt," the redhead spoke, an obvious tinge of disgust in her voice, "but I forgot my purse and had to come back and get it."

With a groan, Danny let his head fall to Sam's chest. She rolled her eyes, blushing at being walked in on. She couldn't blame Jazz for being upset; this was the kitchen she grew up in and all, and they were... well, they just were there.

"Do you know where it is?" Jazz asked, now pretending that it was just an average conversation in her average kitchen.

Danny rose his head, backing away from Sam slightly to not make the situation more awkward than it already was. He shrugged.

"I swore I left it in..." she looked around the kitchen table, only to find it sitting helplessly on a chair. "There it is." She paused, looking back at her little brother and his girlfriend. "Oh yeah, Danny," she started, glancing over at the cookie dough in the bowl on the counter, "heat the cookies at 350 degrees for about twelve minutes, give or take. Okay?"

He nodded numbly, "Okay."

"Well, I must get going," she said, coughing slightly at the sight of them both, disheveled and flustered. She turned, ready to leave, then hesitated. Turning back, she smiled in that all-knowing way of hers and said, "Just get married already." The tone of her voice was entirely with an undercurrent of amusement, as she walked out of the kitchen, leaving the Fenton residence.

They both looked at each other with gazes of wonderment. Not knowing what to make of the situation, Sam reached to the right of her, and with a smile, took some of the cookie dough out of the bowl and smudged it along Danny's cheek. Leaning forward, she kissed and licked the substance off eagerly.

"I don't think we should bake this cookie dough," he said suddenly, looking down at her with a smile. "It comes in too handy. Besides, I'll learn how to cook for our kids eventually, right?"

"Absolutely," she responded, kissing him full on the lips. Pulling away slightly, she licked her own lips, "Mmm, chocolate."

End Note: How was that? Anyways, I generally wait until I get about ten reviews per chapter, but I felt like updating today since I haven't in a while. Just to let you know, I match up ten reviews per chapter. Now, since there are four, I'm probably going to wait until I get forty reviews before I post the next chapter. So, define the speed I update in, will you? The more reviews, the faster you see more of this yummy goodness.

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