Chapter Fourteen: Special Sweets

LuffyGirl here :) Here's a sweet new chapter about these two dorks (Marco and Thatch) and I really enjoyed writing this one as it was fun and relaxing.

This is for Tray D. Sheila ^-^/~ I always notice how hard you're working with real life and running your Tumblr blogs so here's a lovely, playful, stress-free chapter about MaTch (MarcoxThatch for those who don't already know) and I hope you like it ^-^

Summary: Marco comes home and decides to mess with Thatch. (Literally couldn't think of a better summary)

Disclaimer: One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda :)

Marco was freezing due to the snowy weather and finally felt relieved when he was at the front door of his home. He couldn't wait to get inside and get warm.

When Marco opened the door the first thing he heard was Holiday music and the smell of cookies filled the house.

'Thatch is home?' Marco thought not expecting anyone to be here. He knew Ace went to hang out with Luffy and Haruta (Marco hoped they wouldn't destroy the town again) but wasn't Thatch supposed to be working?

Marco quietly closed the door and shuddered the cold feeling off him and got himself settled before walking his way to the kitchen. He laughed a little when he saw Thatch singing out loud and baking at the same time.

Then Marco spotted something on the table.

Cookies.

Chocolate chip cookies.

FRESH chocolate chip cookies.

Best of all, Marco knew they were made from scratch and that this was the time of year when Thatch experimented the most. Candy Cane/Peppermint cookies, pumpkin spice cookies, eggnog cookies (which were surprisingly good), you name it and it was all from scratch.

And VERY delicious.

Marco looked at the cookies again and then at Thatch who was still singing and baking.

Just one cookie wouldn't hurt.

Plus, Marco felt like bothering Thatch for a bit.

He then tip-toed towards the table and reached for a cookie. Or two. Or three. Yes, four will do and then Marco scurried back to the living room.

"Mmm…" Marco savored the freshly made cookie and then another. It was so warm and soft and fresh and the chocolate chips just melted perfectly. Marco knew these cookies were good at any time of the year but something about eating them during the holidays just made it more special.

"Hey, I'm missing some cookies." Marco heard Thatch say when the music was lowered. "One, two, three…"

'He's actually counting them?!' Marco thought as he ate the third cookie. He was glad they were the soft kind (which he loved) and always wondered how Thatch made them so soft without them being raw.

"Hm, I'm missing four. That's weird, I could've sworn…" Thatch just shrugged it off as a miscount and turned the music back up and went back to baking.

Marco was glad Thatch didn't think anything of it and ate the last cookie. He then peeked back in the kitchen and Thatch was distracted again. Marco looked at the other cookies on the table.

Red Velvet.

Personally, Marco disliked the so-called 'popular' flavor since to him it either tasted good or bad. Never in between. The only time Marco ate red velvet was when Thatch made it. In Marco's opinion, Thatch was the only one who knew how to make the flavor perfect.

Marco then tip-toed towards the table again and reached for a cookie and then scurried back to the living room. He looked at the cookie and was still a bit skeptical about red velvet in general so he usually took small bites. But this time he broke the soft cookie in half and ate one.

'Wow, this is great.' Marco thought as he now ate the other half. 'I really want more of the chocolate ones, though.' He then peeked back in the kitchen again and was going to take one more chocolate chip cookie until he saw it.

Double chocolate chip cookies with chocolate chips!

Marco could've sworn the light brightened on the plate and heard angels sing in that moment.

He knew he was acting like a kid in a candy store now but come on! Thatch didn't make those all the time but when he did they were delicious!

And Marco always made sure he took some for himself. And by some he meant all. Marco tip-toed towards the table again and took two. Actually, three will do for now and then he scurried his way back to the living room and ate one.

"Mmmm…"

These were way better than the regular chocolate chip cookies! So chocolatey, a little crisp on the outside but soft on the inside, warm, chocolate chips, fresh and they even had a little bit of sugar on top! Did Marco mention there was chocolate?

Said person didn't realize he already ate all three and was disappointed that they were gone. He was about to go back for more when the music was lowered again.

"Where in the world are my cookies going?" Thatch said getting a little annoyed. "I know I counted them."

Marco dared to peek in the kitchen and saw Thatch looking around and on the floor for the misplaced cookies. Marco laughed to himself and wished he was recording this.

Thatch then stopped and seemed to think about something. Oh, well. Luckily, there was more cookie dough and it's not like he had anything else to do right now. Thatch turned up the music again and continued where he left off.

'O.k, just a few more.' Marco thought and then tip-toed into the kitchen once more when he was sure Thatch was still distracted.

Marco grabbed a cookie. Then two. Three. Four- ah, screw it, he was taking the whole thing! These were amazing! He snatched the bowl and turned-

"HEY!"

Marco didn't look back as he ran out the kitchen laughing.

"I had a feeling it was you taking my cookies!" Thatch yelled as he chased Marco around the house with a wooden spoon. "Marco Newgate, get back here!"

"But they're so good!" Marco laughed as they now ran in circles around the tree.

"Give them back or I'll whack ya with the spoon!" Thatch said but with humor in his voice.

"You wouldn't- Whoa!" Marco barely dodged the flying wooden spoon that came his way and next thing he knew he was grabbed by Thatch and was now being tickled. "No! Thatch!" Marco laughed but still managed to hang onto the bowl while trying to escape.

"Give the bowl back and you'll live!" Thatch teased as he continued tickling his boyfriend.

"N-never!" Marco laughed. "They're-!" Marco couldn't stop laughing and mentally cursed himself for being so ticklish.

"If you get a stomachache later, I'm not cuddling with you!"

"I won't-! I won't!"

Next thing Marco knew the bowl was grabbed from him and he was finally free and was able to breathe.

"H-how dare you tickle me to death." He said still laughing a little.

"How dare you take my cookies when I'm not looking." Thatch still teased as he stood up and inspected the cookies. "You're lucky only a few fell out. But now you're not allowed to try a new cookie I was going to make."

"Wait, what?" Marco said now standing up. "What is it?"

"You'll have to wait until next year now."

"Next year?! … Is it chocolate?"

"Not telling." Thatch said as he made his way to the kitchen with Marco following behind after they cleaned up the mess.

"Is it mixed?"

"Not telling." Thatch placed the bowl of cookies down on the counter (AWAY from Marco) and then washed the wooden spoon.

Marco pouted and then noticed a bowl of melted chocolate that looked very inviting.

The oven then beeped and Thatch took out what looked like chocolate truffles. He placed them on the counter (again, AWAY from Marco) and then looked up to see-

"MARCO!"

Said person currently had a spoon in there mouth filled with chocolate from the bowl and stopped eating mid-way when he was caught.

"Oh, you're SO getting it now." Thatch smiled evilly and Marco could've sworn he saw Thatch's aura turn dark.

'Crap.' Marco thought as he backed away from Thatch who held the wooden spoon again.

Marco ran so fast he was sure a dust cloud was left behind but was caught again thanks to that stupid wooden spoon.

Marco made a mental note to get rid that damn thing and to work on not being so ticklish.

Sorry for typos and all that jazz :P

So, Sheila what did you think? Btw, do you like Red Velvet? To me, it depends on how it's made cuz every place is different. Pretty much like how I wrote Marco's dislike for it.

Marco: "Oi, Veve that wooden spoon hurts you know?"

Me: "Would you rather be tickled to death?"

"…"

Haruta: "Everyone tickle, Marco!"

Marco: "What?! And where'd you come from?!"

Thatch: "Me first!"

Marco: "Don't you dare! Get away! NO!"

*Marco runs while Thatch, Haruta and now Ace chase him*

Review, if you dare- I mean, Happy Holidays!

Review, please :)