Imagine making brownies for your husband, Henry. He comes into the kitchen when he hears you baking, and presses his warm, muscular body against your back. You know exactly what he’s up to, so you smear some of the batter on his nose, giggling at his look of feigned surprise. You both end up covered in brownie batter after a playful food fight, and spend the rest of the afternoon cleaning each other off in the bath.
Requested by @sprinkletastic <3












