AU: heyy sorry i havent been writing much so here take this gift💕 *its not christmas but ok*
y/ns pov:
I was decorating the christmas tree with Michael, i fell multiple times but he still catches me on time.
"Love, i think these are enough. Its looks great already," he whispered. "Its not enough, theres a reason why they call it a Christmas. tree." I faced him. "Plus, we need to decorate the whole house still."
"Alright, if thats what you want." He puts down the ornament. "Where are you going?"
"Im gonna make us some cookies, of course." He giggled, getting the ingredients off the shelf, i grin. "Alright, when im done with this tree ill help you with that." I look back at the tree.
I alas put the last ornament on the tree, step down the ladder and admire the tree.
"Its beautiful." I sigh as my eyes lit up.
"Your prettier," michael replied quickly, ignoring the cookies as he glanced at me. "Well, i can say your sweeter than those cookies."
"Shut uppp, Im not good at making cookies okay?" He chuckles "Alright alright, let me help you." I walk over the counter, standing right next go him.
I spot some flour and had an idea.
i took a handful of flour, looking at the confused michael right next to me.
"What are you gonna do with that?" He points "We all know whats gonna happen." I smirk.
"Oh no.."
"Don't do it." he steps back, i take one step close to him "Oh michaaelllllll.."
"Stay away from meeeeeeee" he loudly whispered "IM GOING FOR YOUR FACEEE" i run after him, he runs into circles as i follow him all around the counter.
He spots the bag of flour, getting a handful aswell.
"Now we're even." He devilishly smirks. "MICHAELLL!"
"IM GOING AFTER YOUUUU" he chases me, i go circles around the sofa as i giggled. He finally goes around a shortcut and caught me by the waist. "Got ya!" He kisses my neck, blowing air against the skin.
"MICHAEL IM SENSITIVE THERE!!" I cried out, giggling at the same time "What were you going to do with a handful of flour?" He asked, "Of course, throw it on your face."
"But i guess i failed." I sighed. He laughs, swinging his hips with mine. "Thats how good i am, not just at baking."
"We all agree that your bad at cooking, Michael." "No im not! You obviously smell the fresh scent of cookies from here."
"bro what do you mean its fucking burning rn"
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