You grabbed the paper bags out of the car and walked into the apartment hall. After a whole day spending with your sister you were just happy to be home, it was in her nature to talk ... a lot and you were already happy with the silent drive home from the supermarket afterwards. You shifted the glass cookie jar from arm and looked for your keys in your pockets, pushing the door open with your back before you walked the last part to the kitchen.

'Babe?' A voice called out from out of the living room. You placed everything on the table and pushed a strand of hair back behind your ear before grabbing one of the self-made cookies you and your sister made before you walked to the living room. He sat in the couch, feet stretched before him while he watched tv. He laid his head back when you came to stand behind him and that smile spread over his face. That charming smooth smile that got everything done from you. You lowered your head and kissed him upside down.

'Hmmm, hey.' You greeted him with a smile, offering him the cookie. He looked down to it, frowning his eyebrows while you hang half over the couch embracing him from behind. You studied his face when he ate it, because Hvitserk and food was almost more than Hvitserk and you.

'Did you made this?' He asked.

'Is it good?' You asked him right back, curling your fingers through his hair at the side of his head.

'Almost as good as you.' And the way he just said that made you smile before he pulled you over the edge of the couch, trapping you under his body.

'You gonna miss a home run.' You pointed to the tv.

'I'm rather make a home run with you.'

'I have to prepare dinner.' You giggled as his lips attacked your neck. His lips traveled up and he got you tangled in his kiss you really had to push him out of.

'Do you have more cookies?' He asked innocents. 'If you leave a few for me, than yes.' He jumped up like a kid getting a lollypop, walking before you to the kitchen where he claimed that cookie jar all for himself.

He had that one big good cookie he wanted to keep as last while he, even after dinner, ate almost the rest of it. Anticipating on that you had already kept some aside for yourself but forgot them at your sisters so you had a little urge to grabb that one. Hvitserk was looking to another game while you sat behind him at the table working on one of the blogs you had, in shorts and one of his shirts. And every time they scored he jumped yelling up and you startled. In all of that you grabbed automatically for the last cookie, biting on the edges while you scrolled through the internet. You never thought making cookies for the first time would be so satisfying.

'My brother asks if we go eat with them tomorrow?' Hvitserk asked from in the couch. You hardly looked up ending the last parts of that cookie while reading something. 'Y/n?' He turned around and his eyes sucked immediately to the last cookie, that one he was keeping for last. You placed the last part in your mouth when you felt his strong gaze.

'Hmm?' You looked up, fingers holding against your lips while you chew and met his gaze. His eyes went to the cookie jar before he slowly looked back at you.

'You did not just ate the last cookie.' He said it so slowly that your froze over your body. Your fingers clenched around the table, waiting for his next move.

'I didn't meant to, it just happened.'

'It just happened?' He repeated, pushing his body slowly up. You jumped from your chair and started to ran through the apartment as he started his hunt on you with a growl. You couldn't hold your laugh down while the adrenaline ran through your body in the thought that he would eventually catch you. So you hide behind the door, holding your breath as he walked into the room. 'Come out come out where ever you are.' He said with on an amused joyful tone. 'Y/n.' He followed slowly. You sneaked around the door and started to ran but he had you, he knew you were standing there so when you reached halfway back to the leaving room he caught you around your wrist, smacking you against the wall with that heavy breathing of him. You struggled and he just chuckled, holding you tight. 'Where do you think you are going?' He asked amused. You looked back into his eyes, panting yourself as he closed in, his chest rising up and down against yours. 'You knew what the punishment is against stealing cookies?' He asked, placing his hands flat aside your head against the wall.

'No, but,' you looked down to his chest, stroking your finger slowly over it. 'can't we work something out Hvitserk?' You asked him slowly back, biting your lip while you looked back up. He titled his head while his eyes clustered down on your lips.

'Like what?' He asked curious, lowering his so your foreheads touched.

'Like me making up for it now and make you new once tomorrow?' You suggested. 'We can even make it together.'

'You know what happens if we cook together.' He whispered, his nose stroking aside yours. You closed your eyes, smiling before reaching up but he pulled a little back.

'That is why I suggested it.' You answered him back. Now he didn't pulled back. You pushed your lips up against his while one hand traveled up to his neck. Both his hands grabbed your face eagerly, pushing you better against the wall so you could feel his body even closer.

'There is one thing always more delicious that food.' He whispered when his lips landed in the crook of your neck.

'Yeah, what is that?'

'You.' He grabbed your body from against the wall and throw you over his shoulder.

'Hvitserk.' You started to laugh, head down, trying to hold on against his back while he brought you towards the bedroom. He spanked your ass before he let you down, pushing you into the mattress.

'Still hungry Y/n, let's eat you for dessert.' He creased his teeth in your neck and you just moaned on the promise he made.