#coockies

bro… make it less obvious

good night…🌙

The snow was falling softly outside the window, painting the landscape white. The house was warm and cozy, illuminated by the twinkling lights of the Christmas tree you had decorated together a few nights before. A soft Christmas playlist, carefully chosen by Levi, played in the background as you focused on decorating the gingerbread cookies you had just baked.

Your hand trembled slightly as you tried to draw a Santa hat on a gingerbread man with red icing. Levi stood beside you, the sleeves of his gray hoodie rolled up, his face relaxed and serene. He kept glancing at you affectionately, but you were so focused that you barely noticed.

“Love,” he said in a low, warm voice, stepping a little closer. His hand rested lightly on your waist, making you jump slightly.

“What is it?” you asked, not looking up, too engrossed in perfecting the cookie’s details.

“Nothing,” Levi murmured, tilting his head slightly to get a better look at you. His gaze grew more intense, and a small smile tugged at his lips. “You just look so adorable when you make that concentrated face.”

You glanced at him briefly, trying not to lose control of the icing. “You’re here to help decorate the cookies, not distract me,” you reminded him, feigning a stern tone.

But Levi didn’t seem interested in going back to his task. He moved even closer until you could feel the warmth of his breath against your cheek. “I can’t help it,” he whispered, and before you could respond, his lips brushed against the side of your neck.

“Levi!” you protested, laughing as you tried to push him away with your elbow, but it was already too late. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you gently toward him. “The cookies will get cold, and you haven’t even decorated one!”

“Who cares about the cookies?” he said, playful yet tender, as he pressed a kiss to your cheek and then to the tip of your nose. His gaze softened even further as it met yours. “If I had to choose, I’d rather just be here with you.”

Your heart melted instantly, though you tried not to let it show. “You can’t use sweet words like that to convince me to stop working,” you muttered, though the smile on your lips betrayed you.

“I don’t need to convince you,” Levi replied, lowering his voice as he planted another light kiss, this time on your chin. “You know you’d rather give up and spend time with me.”

You shook your head, trying to seem more determined than you actually felt. “And who’s going to decorate the cookies, then?” you asked, as he gently turned you toward him, causing the icing in your hand to slip onto the table.

“We’ll decorate them later,” Levi said without hesitation. “Or we can leave them as they are. They’re already perfect—just like you.”

You felt yourself melt again as he gazed at you with those deep, loving eyes. Before you could reply, Levi leaned in again and kissed you, this time with more intensity, making you forget about the cookies entirely. His hands rested gently on your waist as your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck.

When he finally pulled away, a satisfied smile spread across his face. He caressed your cheek with his thumb and murmured, “Now it feels like Christmas.”

You both laughed as you tried to clean up the spilled icing. “Fine,” you conceded, shaking your head in amusement, “but next time, you’re actually going to help with the cookies!”

I WANNA BAKE YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL