Oh, Cookie Dough

Rocky x Marshall

"Rocky, wanna bake cookies?" Marshall suddenly asked, interrupting the quiet silence. Rocky, who was happily reading a book, looked at him questioningly.

"Uh, have you forgotten the last time I tried to bake something? THAT was a disaster, remember?"

"Oh yeah! I remember how you almost burned the lookout down just by baking a tray of Blondie cookies! THAT was hilarious!"

"Which is why I'm not going to help you, I will end up burning the lookout down for real this time."

"Aw, please help? I don't want to be lonely..."

"Don't you DARE give me the puppy face... ARGH, MARSHALL STOP!" It was a terrible strategy, that face. Blue eyes combined with the perfect pouting face? That's too much for just one pup to have!

"Pwease, Rocky? Pretty please with sprinkles and kisses on top?"

"OH FINE.. " Rocky finally succumbed to that famous face, grumbling as Marshall suddenly wrapped him in a bone crushing hug.

"YAY! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH RIGHT NOW!"

"Urm, love you too?"

"Now, what cookie shall we make?" Tapping his furry chin in thought, Marshall suddenly grinned wickedly, showing all of his pearly whites. "Let's make lemon crinkle cookies!"

"What the heck is that?!" Rocky stared at Marshall with big confused eyes. "Why would you crinkle a cookie if it's fine being UNcrinkled?"

"Oh Rocky, obviously your smarts don't go into baking and such... A crinkle cookie is basically just explaining what it looks like, not having anything to do with the

making inself. Although the ingredients are different..."

"We haven't even started yet and you're already confusing me."

"Which is why we should start now!" Grinning, he pulled Rocky to his paws and led him to the kitchen of the lookout. The kitchen was rarely used, as only Marshall and Ryder would be the ones making their meals.

After studying the recipe for two minutes, Rocky decided he wasn't going to be much help to Marshall. Seriously, all those cups and spoons and tables and teas, what are they all supposed to mean?

"Marsh.…I've discovered something you might want to know." Rocky called over his shoulder, eyebrows still scrunched in confusion.

"What is it, darling?" Marshall drawled out as he came back, a mixing bowl clamped in his jaws along with a whisk.

"Other than the fact that I can't bake, I also just realized I cannot read recipes."

"Oh my lord, Rocky... It's easy! Here, lemme show ya..."

In a mere few minutes, Marshall made Rocky a somewhat intelligent baker…more like ingredient measurer, but still! It's the thought that counts!

Fast forward the time a bit more, and the dough was all mixed together! The mixture was sugary and sweet, with hints of lemon throughout.

"You don't even need to bake these, they're good just like this!" Marshall glanced up from pressing the cookies down to see Rocky with a spoonful of raw dough in his mouth.

"Rocky! That's RAW cookie dough! Do you know how bad it is for you?!"

"Eh...not really?"

"Oh my paw.." There was so many times when Marshall wished he could face palm. Alas, rolling his eyes would do!

"Hey! Stop eating more! That's an order!" Marshall's paws went to grab another piece of dough but his paws was met with...nothing. Rocky had taken the bowl!

"It's too delicious! I can't stop!" A laugh answered the Dally as he rounded a corner, searching for the bowl of dough.

"What happened to the calm, collected, NOT CRAZY boyfriend I know? That's supposed to be me, not you!"

"Well, I guess we changed places then! This is fun!"

"Oh my gracious paw... "After making a few rounds around the lookout, Marshall still couldn't find him. Guess he'll have to make another batch...

As he headed back into the kitchen, he was met with a..rather unusual sight. There was Rocky, the bowl of half eaten dough on his head, and a bunch of other kitchen tools balanced on his nose. Seriously, is this a nightmare? Because if it is, it's not very nice to turn a calm mate into a crazy mate!

"ROCKY!" His mate's voice, clear as a bell, startled said pup and his balancing 'toys' fell down with a clatter and CLANG. Only the bowl remained, and he hesitantly slid it onto the table, before facing his mate once more.

"…Hi Marshall?"

"You afthead. Now if you get salmonella from eating this RAW egg mixture, you're gonna pay the price. Stomachaches that lasts for days, headaches that feel like someone's crushing your brain, and sometimes fevers that make you sick and barf non stop. Do you want that to happen to you?"

"Urm... But if you are the medic, does that mean I get to spend more time with you if I get salmonella?" Rocky licked his lips after, trying the get the glob of dough stuck in the side of his muzzle.

There were so many times today where Marshall desperately wanted to face palm SO BAD, but, an animal cannot do so. "Rocky, that was not what I meant…but in a way, I guess you do, but it'll be in torturous pain, because I will be watching over you like a hawk all day long."

Rocky giggled, the sugar clearly having taken over his mind. "I like you watching me. That means I'm pretty. And I like being pretty, so that you have a good reason to look at me. When you do look at me, I'm so happy. I love you."

Marshall smiled at him, touched by his innocent but still meaningful words. Maybe it wasn't so bad, having a Rocky on sugar highs, as long as it didn't happen too often. Just as he was about to snatch the bowl from Rocky's reach, the Mix Breed slipped and fell, knocking the table and dislodging the bowl from its safe place. It fell face down, the sounds muted by the dent of the bowl.

Marshall dove for Rocky, catching him just before he fell to the ground. The Dally had cushioned the Mixed Breed from falling completely on his face, and threw his body into the line of fire instead.

"M-marshie?" Rocky choked out, confused. Marshall had him in a death grip, and was refusing to let go.

"Oops, sorry….just wanted to make sure you are fine." Once he realized what he was doing, Marshall immediately let go of him and wiggled out from underneath him.

Rocky let out a giggle at Marshall's flustered face. "I'm all good, but I can't say that your cookie dough is…." He looked sheepish, as he pointed in the direction of the upturned mixing bowl.

Marshall gasped, rushing over to where his creation was. "OH NO! NOT THE CRINKLE COOKIES!" Marshal cried out, nudging the bowl over to see if any dough survived. Sadly, none did, all of the dough was on the ground.

"I'm sorry Marshall.." Rocky came over as well, and helped Marshall scrape up the icky sticky dough from the ground.

"It's okay, Rocky, it doesn't matter." Marshall smiled faintly and licked him on the cheek. "I got to spend time with you, and that's all that matters."

Rocky just giggled at the touch, licking his furry spotted cheek back.

Author's note:

This was a request, made a long time ago from a guest who wanted Marshall and Rocky. Yeah, there seems to be alot of those two in this, but I don't mind!

Marcogalmich, your request will come. I'm working on it, and it should be in the next time I publish. I'm sorry for the long wait!

Yes, I am back! After three months of brainstorming and being attacked by my muses, I've decided to return and publish again on here. I get it, there's been some hard times, but we are strong. As a fandom, we can do this :).

Thanks for reading!

Ciao for now,

*2starryeyes*