Marvel Imagines, Preferences, One Shots, etc.

Darcy Lewis- Cookies (c)

You let out a loud groan as your girlfriend kicked you in the side. You were lying on the sofa, in opposite directions. Next to you were the empty plates and crumbs were everywhere.

She let out a sigh as she rubbed her stomach. You both looked down at the empty plates. It seemed like a good idea before you had eaten them.

"I didn't think a human could regret this many cookies," She groaned.

"But they were so good, but I think three plates was pushing the idea of what is reasonable to eat," you frowned.

For some reason this morning you really wanted to make cookies, so whilst Darcy was 'working' with Jane, you did some baking. Just you overestimated the ingredients and ended up with an extremely large batch of chocolate chip cookies.

When Darcy got home to cookies were still slightly warm, and instantly she grabbed two plates of them and took them into the living room whilst you carried the other.

Together you scoffed all of the cookies and now you felt a little sick. They were extremely delicious but you had eaten way too many of them to feel comfortable.

"Why did we eat them all?" You groaned.

"They were so tempting," she whispered, "and so nice, but I don't feel so good anymore."

You chuckled softly standing up from the sofa.

"Come on we should clean up the plates and all of the crumbs. I don't want mice in this house," you stated.

"Lie back down and cuddle for a bit. I'm in a food coma," she pouted.

You laughed as she scooted back on the sofa opening her arms for you to lie down in her embrace. You crawled back onto the sofa, but so your heads were at the same end of the sofa. As soon as you laid down next to her, she wrapped her arms around you pressing her lips to yours.

"You taste like cookies," she muttered as she pulled your closer to you, letting her eyes flutter closed.

"So do you," you smiled, shuffling slightly to move your arms so you could wrap them around her.

"Hm... cookies," she let out in a soft moan, "cookies are good."

"How can you be thinking about eating more cookies when we just got through that many? You couldn't possibly eat anymore," you sighed.

"If there were more I'd eat them," she stated with a smile.

"I am not making anymore."

She pouted. 

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Written by Charlotte.