Disclaimer: not mine / Rated K+ / thanks to ncislove for taking the time to look through this little something as well... what else, right, Thank you guys for taking time to read I hope you enjoy this one as well.. ;)
Christmas cookies
His kitchen looked like a tornado had unfolded its force. Why did he allow it?
Right, Abby was his favorite…
But somehow right now, not too much. Flour was covering almost every flat surface including the floor. On his table three bowls were standing, all covered with some sort of dough, Abby nowhere to be seen.
Since the stove was still on he was sure she wasn't too far away from the kitchen.
He was about to start cleaning when the Goth entered through the back door.
"Stop right there, I clean up my own mess."
He looked at Abby.
After eying her from top to bottom he began to laugh. A loud laugh, one Abby hadn't seen much during their friendship. Only lately after they started to see each other, she saw him more relaxed and happy than in years.
But this was too much, wasn't it? With a sigh she looked downwards. From that angle she didn't look that bad. Sure there were some white spots of flour on her shirt but that was it. Or wasn't it?
His point of view was a little different from hers, so he had free sight to the two hand impressions, one on each of her breasts.
With another chuckle he pulled his cell out of his pants and took a picture, something she had recently taught him to do.
When he handed her his cell he spoke up: "Isn't that usually my area of expertise?"
Abby had to laugh herself; she couldn't remember when she had wiped her hands clean on her top.
"What can I say, you weren't there"…
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