PROMPT: Wilmer and Demi are cooking and it ends up in a cute food fight then it could end two ways with either a shower or curl up on the couch after cleaning up. 

Demi's POV 

        I smiled as I watched Wilmer read the recipe for chocolate chip cookies carefully and measure the right amount of sugar into the bowl. She'd been trying for the past ten minutes to help him, but ended up pouring double the amount of flour in and they had to start all over. She didn't mind watching him though, it was one of her favorite things to do. Their relationship wasn't about sex (although that happened more frequently than she'd like to admit), or all romantic moments, it was about knowing they loved each other without having to say it, even though she did that alot too. Wilmer glanced up at her with a small smile and she returned it. 

"Are you sure you don't want me to help again? I swear I thought it said four." Wilmer gave me an 'are-you-serious' look, and I giggled, "Okay maybe not." 

He walked over to me and moved between my legs, allowing me to wrap my arms around his neck. 

"Don't take this is the wrong way, but you really do suck at cooking." 

An idea came to my mind and I leaned forwards, pressing our lips together in a passionate kiss. Keeping him busy, I reached for the cup of flour behind him and pulled away slightly, "You love me right?" 

He nodded, "With every thing I have nena." 

I giggled and promptly dumped the cup of flour over his head, "Good!" He stood there shocked for a second while I wriggled out of his embrace and danced over to the other side of the counter, laughing hysterically at his white hair. 

"You did not just do that." 

Doubled over in laughter I couldn't speak, so I just nodded, tears springing from my eyes. He started after me and I let out a shriek, trying to run but a second too late as he wrapped an arm around my waist and carried me into the kitchen where he shoved flour into my face, laughing as I screamed. 

"WILMER! That's not funny!" He nodded, laughing too much for a real answer. I grabbed an egg from the carton and cracked it over his head, then tried to run backwards, falling on my ass and trying to scoot back as he walked forwards with two eggs in his hands. 

"Wilmer don't! That's not funny! Come on baby don't- NOOOO!" I squealed as he jumped on top of me and smeared the eggs into my hair, laughing hysterically as he practically sat on top of me as I tried to free myself and pouring random baking ingredients on me. 

"THIS ISN'T FAAAIR!" I yelled, and flipped us over using all of my strength. Wilmer laughed as I gave him the same treatment and then threw his hands up. 

"Truce?" I nodded, giggling as I leaned down to kiss him, tasting the sugar on his lips. 

"Mmm." I kissed the rest of his face, getting alot of the sweet crumbs off before pushing our mouths together again. 

Wilmer glanced around the kitchen, "Well so much for baking, let's get cleaned up then watch a movie. You can have first shower... You clearly need it." 

I glared down at him, still straddling his waist as he laid on the floor, "And who's fault is that?" 

He shrugged, "You started it." 

I put some chocolate icing on my finger and leaned down to write on his bare chest. 

I love you. 

He smiled as he read it, "I love you too Hermosa."

I giggled and kissed him softly before taking his lip between my teeth lightly, "You know... We could always save water and shower together." 

Wilmer stood up, my legs still around my waist so he could carry me, "I think that's a wonderful idea." 

I undressed quickly and stood under the hot water, groaned as I ran my fingers over my knotted hair. 

"Wilmer this is never going to come out." 

He chuckled from outside the shower and pulled the door back so he could step in, "Well again, you started it."

I just shook my head and wrapped my arms around his bare waist, sighing as his arms tightened around me too. 

"I love you." 

I knew he was smiling, "I love you too egghead." 

Letting out a groan I pulled away and handed him the shampoo bottle "Get to work." 

Wilmer dutifully washed my hair free  of flour, sugar, and eggs before he began to kiss my shoulders and his huge hands gently massaged my back. I let out a moan and rolled my neck out as he began to unkink all of the muscles in my back, a relief flooding through me. 

"You're so fucking good at this." 

He chuckled and handed me the shampoo, "You're turn." 

I reached up and soaped his short hair, giggling as he took the opportunity to kiss my face all over as the water ran over us. 

"Wilmer stop it!" He was persistent until I finally gave in and kissed back, his arms pulling me close to him.

"I love you demi." 

I smiled up at him, "I love you too baby." 

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