Gianna must have heard the commotion and walks into the kitchen. "What's going o—," she starts to say before noticing the dough mess on the pan. She immediately starts laughing. "How did you even manage that?" She asks in between laughs.

Oh, she's really enjoying my screw up. It's just something small, so I start to laugh with her as well. Even though messing up cookies is a minuscule mistake in the grand scheme of things, it makes me think about how much more messing up with my music could impact me. It's a stupid comparison, but I hate when I can't do everything with perfection.

She brings the tray over to the sink and starts to scrape off the caked-on cookie mess. "Did you even spray this pan? You should have at least put them on parchment paper."

"Alright, Chef, next time you're in charge of baking."

"I'm not saying I'd do much better, but I at least know not to stick stuff straight onto a tray," she laughs and continues trying to clean. She wasn't supposed to lift a finger tonight.

"Just leave that. You don't have to clean it up." I don't have to tell her twice. I know she doesn't like cleaning.

Gianna opens up my fridge and spots the dough. "Here, we can just start over."

We both scoop some onto a tray with some parchment shit this time. As I go to open the oven, Gianna stops me. "550 seems crazy high for cookies. Are you sure that's right?"

"Yeah, I checked the back of the container." Gianna doesn't believe me and goes to check for herself.

She shakes her head, looking down at the instructions. "It says 350 degrees, not 550."

"Same difference," I grumble underneath my breath. It's kind of smudged. If you squint a bit.

"No it's not, silly," she says with a playful smile.

I turn down the oven. Alright, so I was a bit tipsy before Gianna even showed up and might not have looked that hard at the directions. I can't remember the last time I used an oven myself, so why the fuck should I know what's normal. If I can't just grab it out of my pantry or warm it in the microwave, then I probably don't need to be making it.

More like I'm too lazy to make it.

The oven cools down, and we're able to put the cookies in the oven. Gianna hops up on the counter, swinging her legs back and forth. She's impatient, and I'm no better.

"I think I know how to make time to by quicker," I say lowly while approaching her. I place my hands on both of her thighs and move them up and down until I start to creep under her shirt with them.

Gianna instantly melts against me when my skin connects with hers. "I missed you," she says while putting her arms around my neck to pull me into a kiss.

We really weren't apart for that long, and it feels almost ridiculous to think that we both missed each other this much. For the most part, I was a one-and-done guy. That was until Gianna came along.

My tongue slowly creeps into her mouth, intertwining with hers. We pick up the pace, matching each other's energy, feeding into the rhythm that we've created.

My hands trail up her shirt more, and I disconnect our kiss for a second to pull off her shirt. Gianna whimpers as we are a part.

"Don't worry. This is just the start," I say before I collide my lips back down to hers. My hands selfishly move to her boobs. I massage them in my hands, knowing how much that shit drives her crazy.

Gianna initiates the next step by unzipping her jeans. I move my kisses sloppily from her lips to her cheek and down to her neck. I can feel her heart rate increasing against my body. I know what will make it run wild.

As much as I love feeling her tits, I can think of a better use for my hands. I drop my left hand to her hip, gripping on tightly. In one swift movement, I pull her closer to the edge of the counter.

This isn't the only edge I want to bring her towards tonight.

My right hand trails down past her belly button and reaches the waistband of her underwear. I pull my head away from her neck. I want to see her reaction as I start touching her.

Our eyes are locked, solidifying our connection in the moment as I slowly graze my fingers inside of her underwear. Her lips open slightly as I touch against her clit. I begin slowly, swirling around.

Gianna's chest fills and constricts with more air than before. What I'm really looking forward to watching is this moment: I wiggle one of my fingers between her lips and make my way inside of her, plunging myself deep.

She lets out a deep breath boarding that of a moan. I know I'll have her there soon enough.

Her eyes widen as I increase my pace. "You like that?" I ask her (as if I really need to).

"Yes," she whispers softly. I have her exactly where I want her. Her hands wrap tighter around the back of my head, and she pulls me into a deep kiss as I finger her.

She's getting wetter by the second, pleading for me to continue. Our breaths continue to mix, fueling the intensity of the moment and relieving our longing for one another.

In true cock-blocking fashion, the timer for the oven starts to beep. I groan against Gianna's lips, but I continue playing with her and kissing her. The damn cookies can wait.

While I can usually drown out every and anything around me when focusing on my girl, the beeping is really fucking annoying. I also probably shouldn't set this new place on fire.

"Just be quick," she says, still trapped under my spell.

I get out of her pants and adjust my own erection before grabbing an oven mitt. I quickly take out the cookies and turn off the oven like a responsible cook.

"They do smell really good," Gianna says, eyeing the perfectly baked gooey delights. See, the extra bit of baking while I had my fun with her must have been needed.

I hold up my hand with my finger coated in her juices. "Are you telling me you're choosing cookies over me right now?" I ask jokingly. I don't blame her. The cookies do smell amazing.

"Can't I have both?" She asks, giving me puppy dog eyes.

"Since you asked so nicely...," I trail off as I make my way back in between her legs. I know she loves eating cookies fresh out of the oven, but I can't have her burning her mouth.

My right hand returns where it is most comfortable in life. As if nothing interrupted us before, I slip back inside of her and bring my lips to her mouth.

The pace of my finger fucking increases, and I shove a second finger inside of her. She takes whatever I give her so well. I feel her softly moan against my lips, feeding me with euphoria and desire.

Still pleasuring her, I decide it's time to feed her some of those cookies. Gianna's hands are on the counter to stabilize herself, so I use my free left hand to pick up one of the cookies. Lightly, I blow on it, meeting Gianna's gaze as my lips part. The blowing motion on my lips transforms into a smile, and I feed her the cookie.

I decide to slow down on my movements and go back to stimulating her clit. Probably best I don't dig into her so deep that she chokes.

Would be a waste to have her choking on a cookie when my cock is waiting and ready to do that to her.

"Mmmhm," she coos after she swallows.

"Is that sound of satisfaction for me or the cookie?" I ask sarcastically.

Instead of responding, she leans her head towards my hand, takes another bite of the cookie, and mumbles with her mouth full with a sly facial expression. I'm going to fuck that look right off her face.