A/N: Domestic drabble
Day 9 – Baking xmas treats
A string of indistinct but very forceful expletives could be heard coming from the kitchen.
"Everything all right in here Princess?" Bellamy asked as he sauntered in.
He was confronted by a very grumpy Clarke who was clutching a tray and glaring at the blackened gingerbread reindeer. "They're burnt," she huffed.
"I can see that Princess." He didn't quite manage to hide the indulgent grin.
There was a clatter as she shoved the tray down. "It's not funny!"
The tears that had begun to well in her eyes wiped the smile off his face. Shit! How do I fix this?
He gathered her up in his arms, making soothing noises. She resisted at first, before finally relenting and letting herself mould to him. "Hey…" he rubbed slow circles on her back, "it's alright…" he kissed the top of her head gently "they're only cookies…"
She sniffed. "I know it's silly… I just wanted everything to be perfect."
"I've got you here, in my arms, in our home… Octavia will be here in a bit… everyone is safe, warm and happy… sounds pretty perfect to me." He lifted her chin so her watery eyes met his own. "Huh? Perfect or what?"
She stood on tiptoes to capture his mouth with her own. "Pretty damn perfect," she sighed.
He spied the icing that she'd got ready to decorate the treats, and dabbed a big blob on her nose.
Clarke gave a squeal before returning the favour with a swipe across his cheek.
By the time they were sat on the floor hopelessly trying to get their breath back, defeated by every renewed bought of laughter, they were finally silenced by the thought of how much fun they were going to have cleaning up. Clarke tasted even sweeter than normal that evening.