Rating: PG-13 for adult situations and cuteness.
Jack chewed on her lip. "Two tablespoons of sugar... Hmmm... OH!" she jumped and ran over to the sink, grabbing the bowl of melted chocolate. As she poured it in, the substance changed. "Hmmm... Riddick? Is it normal for this stuff to go... you know... clumpy?"
Riddick popped his head in the kitchen, holding a HUGE box of Christmas ornaments in his hands. "How should I know? I've never really cooked anything before... you're in charge of the kitchen... I'm handling the tree and the red thingies."
"But... " she sighed and waved him off, turning her attention back to the sticky dough. "Now I need--" her head snapped from side to side, trying to find the cookbook Riddick bought her for Christmas last year. "Where are yoooooouuuu?" A singsong voice rolled off her lips as she lifted pots and pans trying to find her friend in need. "There you are!" she grabbed it and her face turned sour. "Ewwwwwwww!" The book was covered in melted chocolate and powder sugar.
A chuckle came from the living room and Jack stomped in there, throwing the book at Riddick, hitting him right upside the head. "Make your own goddamn cookies!" she shouted as she tore of her apron and threw that at him too.
"Hey!" he yelped, almost dropping the ornaments he was putting on the almost-fully-decorated Christmas tree. He was about to speak as the apron covered his face and he pulled it off, cocking his head, blinking at the little angry spitfire ball he cared so much about. "I didn't ask for cookies... you wanted to make them!" He shook his head and blinked again, returning to his duty.
"I WANTED to make them?!" she stared at him blankly. "Only because you begged me last night, mister!" She sighed and put on a pouty-face and produced a fake sniffle. "I'm never appreciated... You don't love me..."
Riddick sat the box with the ornaments down and turned around, grinning at her. He scooped her up in his arms and planted a kiss on her lips. "I don't love you? Hey... you're the only one I've ever loved... and the only one I ever will love. You don't have to make the cookies... unless you want to," he whispered softly as he too produced a pouty-face and a fake sniffle.
"I wuvle you" she whispered, grinning against his lips.
"I wuvle you too" he whispered back, grinning too. "Now go make me those damn cookies!" he set her down and gave her a smack on the ass. "I've got a tree to decorate..." he picked up the box and poked his tongue out at her.
"Hmmm... maybe I should make a life size Riddick cookie?" Jack smirked and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the bowl with the half-finished cookie dough. She stepped back into the living room, and stalked towards him. Bowl in one hand, spoon loaded with the ammo in the other. He never knew what hit him before he was covered in cookie dough.
Riddick spun around, wiping the dough from his face. He raised an eyebrow at her shit eating grin and stalked toward her, yanking the bowl out of her hands. "Hmmm... maybe a life size Jackie cookie? Yes.. definitely... sounds much better..." He lifted the bowl up and tipped it, letting the dough drip onto her head, covering her in the sticky substance.
"Hey!" she yelped and jumped back, running behind the couch. She wiped the dough away from her face and licked some of it from her fingers. "Hey... it tastes pretty good..." she raised an eyebrow to match his. "I wonder... " she walked from behind the couch to him, and ran one of her fingers down the side of his face, lifting it to her lips for another taste. "You taste good too..." she winked, smirking.
"Hmmmm..." he too lifted a finger and swiped some of the dough from her face, lifting it to his lips, tasting. "Damn! It does taste good... I never though you had it in you," he winked and took a step back, placing his hands over his crotch.
Jack doubled over with laughter at his stance. "Feeling a little insecure, baby?" she couldn't stop laughing.
"Hey... you've done it before, young lady!" he too began to laugh and took a step towards her, cupping the sides of her face in his hands. "Look at us... all covered in cookie dough... I think I have to lick you clean," he smirked.
"I think so too," she smirked back, licking her lips.
Just as he was about to lean forward and lick some dough from her face, the doorbell rang. A groan escaped Riddick as his head fell down to his chest and his hands lost their grip on her face. "I'm going to get very shiv-happy on that person who just rang our bell," he whispered, turning a menacing glare to the door.
"Can we just... pretend we're not here?" she whispered back playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Riddick chuckled. "I don't think it'll work..." he waved to the three heads peeking in the window, before wrapping his arms around her waist, leaning down, placing a soft kiss to her lips. "But... I think you need to make another portion of this dough... we can bake some cookies later... after we throw them out."
Jack giggled and wriggled out of his embrace. "I'd better make an EXTRA large portion... if I'm going to make the life size Riddick cookie I said I would." she poked her tongue out at him as she walked towards the door.
"Better make two... I want my Jackie cookie too..." He grinned and walked over to her, slipping his tongue out between his lips to taste the dough on her cheek. "Now let's get this over with... how long do you think they'll stay?" he whispered against her cheek, still licking the dough off.
"I'm not sure. Maybe a couple of hours. You know Imam, he can talk for hours... and hours... and hours," she grinned and gripped the door handle.
Riddick groaned and kissed her on the cheek, just as she opened the door. They both bursted out laughing, seeing the stunned looks greeting their cookie-dough-covered selves.