A/N: Valtor has never baked cookies before so there are some things Griffin will have to teach him about the process.
"No, don't!" Griffin's frantic shout startled him and he turned to look at her. "You're not supposed to eat raw cookie dough!" she scolded with concern in her voice that softened it just like the subtle worry did to her expression and grabbed his wrist, wiping his finger clean with the tissue she conjured.
"I was just going to taste it," Valtor said, confused by her behavior, but didn't try to pull his hand away. Her skin was cool against his that always felt a little too heated and he loved the soothing feeling.
"You can get stomachache from that," she explained as she slowly released his hand and held his gaze to show she was serious. He was touched by the concern for his well-being but he couldn't help the feeling that she was overreacting.
"Come on, Griffin. I won't die from a fifth of an ounce of dough," he said as he reached for the bowl again. He'd never seen raw cookie dough before. He'd barely seen cookies at all, and now that she'd asked him if he wanted to help her bake some, he wanted to experience all the fun.
Griffin grabbed his hand once more. "Don't even joke about that," she said, her tone grave. "And don't you dare dip into the dough again. That's unsanitary," she said as if explaining to a small child. And since the thought of her holding a child–his child–proved to be too distracting and causing a stir in his emotions, he focused on magic.
"I'll use a spoon then," he said as he conjured one in his free hand only for Griffin to catch it as well.
"Why are you so stubborn about this?" she asked as she tilted her head to the side like she did when her patience was being run thin by whoever was being obstinate and annoying her. He couldn't quite remember when was the last time he'd made her treat him like that. Probably back before they'd become lovers and he'd been doing whatever it would take to get a reaction out of her since she'd been the first one to not be swayed by his charm or his words. The memories made him long to do it again.
"I told you I just wanted a taste," he said, imitating her exasperation, for he knew that would have the desired effect. Especially coupled with struggling out of her hold on him.
"A taste?" she asked as she released him which was kind of disappointing but the stern expression that was bordering on angry that she was wearing was promising.
He barely managed to nod before she grabbed at his coat and pulled him into a kiss, her mouth crashing on his with force that was almost violent and had him moan in surprise, not protest. Never protest.
Her tongue made its way into his mouth and he had to hold on to her waist to not get carried away in her passion. The way she pulled him closer with her hands grasping at his shoulder and cupping his neck had him feeling so wanted, so protected, so loved. It was a taste of heaven and he wished he could stay in her kiss forever. He didn't need anything else. But his body did.
Griffin pulled away, leaving him gasping for air like he'd ran for miles, forgetting he had magic he could use to teleport or fly. "How was that for a taste?" she asked, crossing her arms, her voice aggressive and loud. Or at least so it sounded to him as he couldn't find his breath to speak. "That's what I thought." Griffin smirked before walking away to tend to the oven.
Valtor's focus remained on her face that was taken over by concentration now that she returned to her task. It was a sight that he'd remember for the rest of his life. Just like the rest of his first attempt at baking. He touched his lips, looking to seal the feeling of that kiss into his very being forever.
