Draco was no baker. He could make you steak, soup, lamb, and yes even sandwiches, but everything he baked turned black, deflated, or refused to cooperate with him.
The blonde lifted his nose to the wonderful smell coming from the kitchen as he stepped through the door. Silver eyes closed in delight while his nose filled with the sweet smell of something chocolaty. Previously pursed lips spread to a smile.
"Harry, I'm home." Draco said stepping into the kitchen.
Harry stood up with a hot baking sheet dotted with chocolate chip cookies.
"Hey." Black fringed splayed on his forehead as he looked over his shoulder to look at Draco for a quick moment before he placed the sheet on stove top.
"So…why did you decide to bake?" The blonde asked with a cocky smirk as he approached the island in the middle of the kitchen. He leaned over the black marble putting weight on his arms.
"I was in a mood." Harry shrugged and turned around to face his husband with a smile. He leaned over the island as well, but he connected their lips in a sweet kiss. A kiss was expected whenever one of them came home.
When they pulled away Draco became infatuated with the growing plate of cookies as Harry moved each morsel to its destination. He also enjoyed the view of Harry's arse in his low rise jeans, but that was completely beside the point.
"Would you like one, Dray?" Green eyes sparkled with his smile as he caught sight of his husbands' face, or more specifically, his line of sight.
A blush adorned the Slytherin with minor distain and nodded silently before averting his eyes back to the island where he sat down on a stool. When Harry brought him his promised cookie it was in his teeth. Draco flushed when he realized Harry wanted him to get it.
So, Draco stood once more and leaned over the island. He clamped his teeth onto the other side of the cookie, biting down to take half away. This made the raven smirk haughtily.
"You're so difficult, you Gryffindor prat." Draco spat…but in an endearing way.
"Not my fault you're a sheltered mama's boy" Harry chuckled in response and went back to transporting the cookies.
". . .Shut up, Harry."
Sorry, long time since a post. I am really sorry, I'm in the middle of at least 5 right now and hopefully they will be finished soon. There's a sad one finished that I just have to type up (quick write during Deutsch Klasse). Promts still are appreciated :) So are Reviews. Also please let me know if you want me to make a story out of one. Requests are nice as well. Anyway, my atrocious grammar aside...
Pomme de Terre!