"If you don't give me a piece of that, I'll break up with you."
"Ari, this is-"
"A jumbo rice crispy treat. Learn to share."
"I literally gave you one ten minutes ago."
"I'm hungry again."
"Go make some food. This is your house, too."
"It's an apartment. Why aren't you paying attention to me?"
"I am."
They pout. "You aren't."
"Stop bugging me about food."
"Can you make me something?"
"Will you stop asking if I do?"
They nod. I get up, and walk towards the kitchen. They follow me, catching my fingers to link our hands together. I allow it, and they hum happily.
They're literally a big puppy. I hate how cute it is.
"What do you want?" I ask.
"Cookies."
"Can you wait thirty minutes?"
They think about it as I look through the fridge.
"No." They decide. "How about the instant noodles?"
"You ate the last one for breakfast. We're going shopping this weekend."
"Okay. Do we have any cereal?"
I check. "Yep."
"Which one? Your gross honey Cheerios?"
I glare at them. "They aren't gross."
"They are. Froot Loops are the only good Cheerios."
"Shut up. Eat them. You said you were hungry."
"No." They say dramatically, draping themself over my back.
I frown. "I'll kick you out."
"I have a key." They reply.
"This one?" I hold up the key they left on the counter.
"I won't eat it."
"I'll make you."
"You can't."
"I will."
*_*
"I hate you." Ari grumbles.
"What was that? I heard yes Laura, I'll eat the cereal."
"Get off."
I'm straddling their lap, a cup of cereal in my hands. (Neither of us like using bowls. Cups make things so much easier.)
"Eat some. Don't pretend you don't love having me in your lap. Open up."
They turn away stubbornly. I kiss their jaw, cupping the side of their face with my free hand. They go weak immediately-this is what they've been begging me for all day. Their mouth opens, and I let them slide their tongue into my mouth.
"Laur," They groan.
I press against them, letting myself get lost in their lips before I quickly replace my mouth with the spoon, and smack a hand over their mouth. They whine in protest, but swallow after a moment.
"See? That wasn't so hard."
They scowl. "That was mean."
"Come on. Don't waste the food."
"Why don't you eat it?"
I eat a bite. "There. Your turn."
"Do I get another kiss?"
"If you finish the cup, we can make out after."
"Okay." They agree easily.
I smile. They're aggravating sometimes, but I love them.
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