Day 2: Sugar and Spice and Angel Wings

Prompt – Baking Christmas Cookies

A/N: So this is just a giant ball of fluff of a story so be prepared for sweetness overload.

"Bellamy, can you please hand me the sugar?"

"Which kind?" He asks as he shoves his face into one of the cupboards. "The white fluffy stuff or the crystally stuff? Wait, there's brown sugar in here too!"

"I need the 'crystally stuff', Bell. Have you ever baked before?" Clarke laughs, mocking his description of the sugar. He hands her the container and she starts measuring some out and putting it into the large bowl on the counter that already contained butter, eggs, and a few other starting ingredients.

"What are you making anyways," Bellamy asks as he comes up to stand behind Clarke as she moves to turn on the mixer. He gently places his hands on her hips before she answers.

"Sugar Cookies. Can you get down the bag of flour? It's on the top shelf and I can't reach it."

A laugh bubbles out from Bellamy's lips as he pulls away from Clarke and heads back over to the cupboard and pulls down the flour. She glares at him as he hands her the bag and he can't help but give her his signature smirk.

"You're such an ass," she comments, which causes him to let out another rumble of laughter. A small fist flies out and slugs into the tall boy's shoulder. His eyes dart to the girl next to him who had thrown the punch and then he notices the open bag of flour on the counter. The blonde watches where his eyes travel and a knowing expression crosses her face as she slowly begins to back away from Bellamy.

Bellamy's hand reaches into the bag of flour and he turns to find Clarke nowhere in sight. He moves quietly down the hallway, still clutching the handful of flour in his hand, in search of his blonde girlfriend. Out of the corner of his eye he sees a flash of her hair as she darts from a room he'd just walked passed and back towards the kitchen. He quickly turns to chase after her and it doesn't take too much time before his longer legs catch up to hers and he's throwing the white powder in her face.

"Bellamy Landon Blake!" Clarke yells while wiping the flour from her face.

Her boyfriend just gives her another smirk and brushes his hands on his pant leg. An evil grin spreads across Clarke's face and Bellamy receives a face-full of flour before he even knows what's happening. Clarke runs around to the other side of the island in the kitchen as Bellamy chases her around the room. When he catches her, he shoves his fingers into her sides and tickles her right where it'll make her giggle the most.

"Bellamy, please stop!" Clarke screams as she's overcome with another fit of giggles.

"Uh-uh," Bellamy answers shaking his curls at her. "You asked for it, Princess."

Suddenly, they both lost their balance and landed in a heap of tangled limbs on the middle of the floor, both of them erupting into a fit of laughter not too long after. Clarke was laughing so hard now that she had tears rolling down her face and her eyes were closed so she didn't notice when Bellamy's laughing had stopped.

Once she did notice, however, she opened her eyes to see her boyfriend's dark brown eyes staring down at her from where he was awkwardly laying on top of her. He was supporting enough of his own weight that he wasn't crushing her but at the moment neither one of them seems to care.

"I love you."

The words are out of Bellamy's mouth before he can stop them and it's not that they aren't true, he just wasn't sure this was how he wanted to tell her. He was internally scolding himself for allowing those words to slip out when he and Clarke had only been dating for a couple months, officially anyways. Ever since his sister, Octavia, had introduced him to the blonde, he'd found her hard to forget and realized a while ago that he'd fallen in love her.

Clarke smiles and places a lazy kiss on lips before pulling back to whisper to him.

"And here I thought you were going to wait for me to say it first."

He grins at her and even though she hasn't said the words, he knew what she was implying. Bellamy dives in for another kiss but Clarke stops him by putting a hand over his mouth. She opens her mouth and the expression on her face shows that what she's about to say is not a joking matter.

"We should get back to the cookies," she says and Bellamy hand almost forgotten what they had been doing before they found themselves in this situation. He gives her a half smile and moves off of her and goes to stand up but is stopped by a hand wrapping gently around his wrist. Clarke pulls his wrist down enough so that his face is level with hers.

"I love you, too, you know."

Neither of them is sure who makes the first move, it was probably Bellamy, but neither one of them really cares as their lips connect in a loving kiss. Bellamy can't help but think that he'd like to just stay like this, with Clarke, forever and that he'd gladly help her make cookies anytime if it resulted in things like this.

Let's just say that it was a while before the sugar cookies were finished. And when it came to getting them frosted, well that's a whole different story.

A/N: Anyone have cavities from all that? Wow, that was cheesy (lol). Sorry that it's taken me so long to get this up. I was actually writing a different prompt for this chapter and was stuck on what to write when I thought of this one. Let me know what you thought and what prompt I should write for next. I probably won't have as many up by Christmas as I originally planned but I'm going to stick with getting 12 of these puppies posted here even if it takes me until June to do so (It won't though).

Thanks again for reading! Love you all!

- Mal