Clary threw an apron over her bemused girlfriend and tugged her into the kitchen. As much as making out is, sometimes it's nice to do other things.

Isabelle walked around the island covered in flour and eggs and sprinkles and a smile started to grow on her face. Clary internally fist pumped, she's great at coming up with cute date ideas. Isabelle finished her circle and reached for a bag of chocolate chips.

Clary sighed, "Izzy, baby, that's for the cookies." Clary couldn't even blame her girlfriend, it's taking her all the self-restraint she has to keep herself from chugging the entire packet. Izzy sighed and stepped away from the chips and into Clary's arms.

They smiled at each other. "So," Izzy said. "Cookies."

Clary nodded, "And brownies if we have time." Izzy's face lit up and she leaned over to peck Izzy's cheek. Izzy swallowed.

Isabelle smirked at the sound. "Aw Izzy, save the thirst for the milk and cookies." Izzy groaned and collapsed into Clary's arms because Clary's a bit of a brat but also Clary's gay and will take whatever excuse she can get to be closer to her girlfriend. Izzy let her stay there for a bit before she pushed her into a swat. Clary pouted at her but Izzy just shook her head.

Izzy grabbed the apron she dropped on the floor and Clary leaped back up to her feet to help her tie it around her waist. Izzy laughed, "You don't have to do everything for me, you know."

She shrugged, "I know. But I want to." Izzy's face softened and Clary took the change to reach into the bag of flour and blow some into her face.

Izzy's jaw dropped. "Clary."

Clary, the girlfriend in question, raced to the other side of the kitchen and lifted up the oatmeal chocolate chip cookie recipe she printed off. "Bake instead of fight?" she asked with her best puppy dog eyes.

Isabelle rolled her eyes and walked over to her, Clary watched her get closer cautiously, her girlfriend was fond of revenge. Izzy took the recipe and looked over it—

A cloud of flour surrounded Clary and she tried to bat her arms to clear it up, but her evil girlfriend pulled her out of the mess. Isabelle smiled sheepishly, "Whoops?"

Clary couldn't help but smile. "Whatever. But you get to clean it up."

Izzy raised an eyebrow, "Sure."

"And you get to lick the spoon," Clary conceded. Izzy nodded and Clary leaned over to peck her on the lips. Her girlfriend flushed red right away, but Clary decided not to tease her because she really wanted to eat something chocolatey and not at all good for her today. She tugged Izzy over to the table and the two of them stared at the recipe.

Izzy cautiously organized the ingredients and Clary turned toward the oven. She looked over her shoulder and Isabelle lifted the recipe for her to check the temperature again. Clary crouched next to the oven. She realized the last time she used an oven was years ago.

She jumped up to her feet and smiled at Izzy. "Hey, uh, baby?"

Izzy turned around to look at her and started giggling. "You don't know how to use the oven, do you?"

"Um," Clary said. "No?"

Izzy smiled at her and kissed her cheek. "It's okay baby. Can you handle the liquidy bowl?"

Clary nodded, a little dazed. She slower made her way through the portion of the recipe when she uncorked the little bottle of vanilla. A second later her girlfriend was draped over her. Izzy smiles at her, "Hey babe."

Clary leaned back into her girlfriend and put down the bottle of vanilla. "Isabelle, baby." And then she saw Izzy's arm snaking its way closer to the bottle of vanilla. "Baby, that stuff tastes awful. You know this."

Isabelle unpeeled herself off of Clary with the vanilla in hand; she lifted it closer to her mouth as she stared Clary in the eye. "I only live once, Clary."

And then she tossed her head back and took a shot. And proceeded to double over the next minute. "Claryyy," Izzy complained, "why'd you let me drink that?"

Clary grabbed the vanilla out of Izzy's hands and added the appropriate amount to the bowl. After a few minutes, Izzy managed to help herself up into a chair and stared at the bottle of vanilla as if it was evil incarnate. Clary giggled at her girlfriend and passed her the bag of brown sugar. "Try this."

Isabelle took the bag and warily examined it. "What is it?" Clary turned the bag so Izzy could see the label. Izzy nodded. She pulled out a pinch of sugar and put it in her mouth. Her eyes closed and her head swayed back and forth. Clary's girlfriend was so cute she was gonna die.

Clary finished up with the second bowl of batter and mixed it up with the first. Isabelle seemed to be drawn by the smell of the batter and she got up from her chair and rested her chin on Clary's shoulder. "It smells good." Clary hm'd and grabbed the cup of chocolate chips; she offered it to Izzy, who took two, before adding it to the bowl.

After she mixed in the chocolate chips, she handed the spoon to Izzy. "You want to take over for a bit, babe?"

Izzy nodded and kissed Clary's cheek before detangling herself from her girlfriend. Clary sighed at the lost of contact, but then Izzy pulled her sleeves up on her arms. Clary's eyes narrowed in on the sight. Wow, she was really, really gay.

A bit of batter hit her cheek. Clary blinked; she looked up to see her girlfriend smirking at her. Clary licked the batter off her cheek and took Isabelle's distraction to steal the batter from her and flicked some back. Izzy pressed a hand to her chest. "Clary, the light of my life, holder of my heart, did the batter on my forehead come from you?"

Clary stroked her chin. "I don't know; Clary, sunshine, apple of my eye, was the batter on my cheek delivered by your hand?"

Isabelle mixed the bowl again. "Well, Clary, sweetheart." Izzy paused and lifted the spoon, Clary bent her knees into a crouch. Izzy put the spoon back into the bowl. Then, in one quick move, she pulled the spoon out and catapulted a glop of batter at Clary.

Clary wiped the batter off her face and ran over to Isabelle and pulled her in a giant hug; she lifted her up and spun her in a small circle. "Isabellllllle."

Izzy was a mess of laughter in Clary's arms. "Claryyy, put me down; come on babe." Clary did as her girlfriend wished and set her back onto her feet, but not before stealing a kiss. Izzy retaliated by pushing Clary against the counter and tickling her sides. Clary tried to catch her breath between her laughs.

After a while, the two girls slip down onto the floor and into each other, trading kisses. "You know," Clary said. "The oven's still on."

Isabelle sat up. "Crap." She pushed her up onto her feet and started scooping batter onto the tray. She looked over her shoulder for a moment. "Babe, help?"

"Sorry, love," Clary said as she got to her feet. She took the tray from Izzy and slid them into the oven. Then, Izzy tugged her back over to the island to finish filling up the second tray with batter. It took them a few more minutes to finish and then they stared at the mess they'd made.

"Do you still want to make brownies?" Clary asked. Isabelle shook her head slowly.

"How about we clean up and cuddle on the couch," Izzy offered. Clary, knowing cuddling on the couch was code for making out on the couch, agreed.

Isabelle pulled away from Clary as the oven beeped. "What would happen if we left the cookies in there for a little longer?"

Clary considered it for a moment. "Do you really care?"

Izzy shrugged, "Do you?"

She shook her head. "A few minutes really couldn't hurt." Izzy grinned and leaned back down.