Title: Cookies
Author: Druscilla Ryan
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Don't own HP characters.
Summary: Sirius wants to cook. James wants to do something else. Pure and total fluff.
Cookies
"Love actually is all around." -Love Actually
Sirius sat up from the bed where he and James were lying after a round of unbelievable sex. "I want popcorn. And wine coolers."
James pulled Sirius back down. "Don't most people have a cigarette after sex?"
Sirius slithered out of his boyfriend's grasp and pulled on his boxers and James' tee shirt, then went out to the kitchen. Groaning--in a way that had nothing to do with sex--James pulled on his boxers and Sirius' sweatshirt. "Dammit, Sirius."
Sirius had obviously changed his mind about the popcorn, although he held a wine cooler in his hand. A mixing bowl sat in front of him and he was leafing through a cookbook with his free hand. Sirius looked at James and grinned impishly. "I changed my mind about popcorn. I want chocolate chocolate chip cookies. Want a wine cooler?" he asked as he took a drink of the aforementioned beverage.
"I want a beer." James said, pulling the refrigerator open and popping the top off a bottle.
Sirius started assembling ingredients and mixing them while James leaned against the counter and watched. He watched as Sirius got flour in his hair, a bit of chocolate on his cheek, and--for some unknown reason--butter on his nose. "You look so beautiful." James said, leaning over and kissing Sirius on his clean cheek.
Sirius smiled and dipped his finger in the mixing bowl, slowly licking the batter off first one finger, then another. He looked at his boyfriend, dipped his finger back in the bowl, and held it out to him.
James pulled Sirius close and kissed him fiercely. "I don't want that." He pushed Sirius against the counter and started kissing the other boy's neck.
This brought a soft 'oh' from Sirius' soft, bruised lips. He slowly brought his hands up around James' neck and ran his fingers through his lover's hair.
Then, ever so softly, Sirius giggled. "Jamey . . . you have batter in your hair."
James chased him all the way to the bathroom and eventually, into the shower, where they did more than just clean up some stray cookie dough.
