Milk and Cookies
Hey there! Here's a short imagine for you. "He" can be anyone, so..
Kick back, relax, go pee, whatever you need to do.
(Fluff Warning, biches.)
(And, yes, I meant to spell it like that.)
(If you get the reference, I will love you forever.)
Word Count: 326
Rating: K
"I'm going to the kitchen," you told him as you left his warm embrace on your couch, "want anything?"
"Maybe some tea," he replied.
"One lump or two," you asked, to which he replied with a soft "two."
You walked into the kitchen to be greeted by the sight of a full sink. Deciding on cleaning it later you grabbed his favorite mug, poured his tea, and stirred in two lumps of sugar. You walked over to your cupboard and grabbed Oreos, as they were your favorites. You then made your way over to your fridge and opened it, reminding yourself that you needed to pick up a few things later.
You grabbed the gallon of milk and walked to the cabinets to retrieve a mug. You poured some milk into your mug, and put the gallon of milk back into the fridge. You grabbed his tea and your milk and cookies.
You were greeted by his warm smile as he took his mug of tea.
"Thanks," he muttered, to which you replied with a smile.
He wrapped his arm around you as you took an Oreo and dipped it in milk. Afterwards, you took a small sip, resulting in a 'milk mustache'.
He glanced at you and snickered, leaving you with a puzzled look.
"You've, ah, got a little something," he said. You wiped your chin, blushing.
"No, right here. Just, let me get it." He leaned in and gave you a small peck on the lips, his breath smelling of tea.
You both smiled into the kiss.
"Got it," he said, and pulled you in for another kiss.