Have Some Cookies

I'm Meredith Elyse Holden, and I'm a Mrs. (RP)

[ba--ryann-h]

Uhh… Flufferson?

[mereditty]

Flufferson isn't fun to poop with.

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: Uh huh.

Mere: I just like candy. I can't be kinky with it.

[ba--ryann-h]

That’s gross. I’ll stick to being your husband.

[mereditty]

But who will I have to poop with?

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: Hah! A taste of your own medicine!

Mere: Candy isn't kinky, I just want to innocently eat it.

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: K i n k y.

Mere: Stahhp

[ba--ryann-h]

That’s kind of gross. I’m not your asshole. I’m your husband. I mean, sure, I am full of shit, but I’m not your asshole. Heh, get it?

[mereditty]

But Brian! Why won't you be my asshole?

[ba--ryann-h]

It’s not my fault you married an asshole

[mereditty]

Of course I married an asshole. You're my asshole.

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: Oh, and /I'm/ the kinky one?

Mere: Yes. I just like candy.

[mereditty]

Cookies With Sugar || Breredith

[ba--ryann-h]

For a moment, Brian wondered if he had genuinely annoyed her, if he had taken it too far and made her feel like a sexual object, and he watched her for a moment before realising that she was just being stubborn, and the smirk wormed its way back onto his face. He chuckled slightly and shook his head, before leaving her while she was stirring to grab her shirt and toss it into the hamper so that they could wash it later. He returned and continued to watch her stir, fondly admiring the way the skin across her shoulder blades danced with each movement, and smiled as she turned back around.

He looked amused as she licked the spatula, and with his distracting goal in mind, he sidled up to her, slowly taking the spatula from her hands. “Mm,” he said, twirling it in his hands and contemplating it. “It does look and smell good,” he agreed, before letting it flop against her collarbone and neck, smearing it messily all over. “Oh no! I’m such a klutz today!” He exclaimed, before putting the spatula back in the bowl and grasping her hips before suddenly lifting her onto the counter, where he kept his hands on her hips and ran his tongue over the side of her neck and collarbone, getting all of the dough off. “Vanilla-y,” he commented, smirking and raising a brow, slowly running a hand down her thigh and hooking it around his hips in order to stand as close to her as possible.

With a cheeky little grin, Brian kissed up the side of her neck, her jawline, and her cheek, and then her lips, and then finished by kissing her nose. “Hey, guess what,” he said, his face near hers and pulling her close. “I love you,” he drawled, elongating the ‘oo’ sound in ‘you’, and smirking at her. “I,” he dropped a kiss to her cheek, “love,” another one to the hinge of her jaw, “you.” A final kiss to the side of her neck before he ravished it properly, running his lips greedily over it and licking away every last trace of dough. He tenderly cupped her cheek and returned to her lips, kissing her sweetly and smiling into the kiss. “So much,” he added, barely a whisper. “I love you so much…”

[mereditty]

They both knew how this was going to end. Meredith was going to be stubborn until she finally conceded, and it seemed as that time was getting closer. As he wrapped her legs around his waist Meredith tightened them and encircled her arms around his neck. He didn't even need to pull her closer because she had pressed into him as his lips ran down her neck. "I love you too, Brian. So so much." She kissed him sweetly but the actions did not match the sweetness of her kiss. Her hands slowly sank down to dip her fingers underneath the collar of his shirt before continuing down to lift his shirt up and over his head, watching him only as she balled it up so she could toss it across the room. Only did she break eye contact with a wince when there was a clang of the shirt knocking a plastic cup to the ground. "Oops..."

Pushing him back, Meredith hopped down and gave him a meaningful look as she picked up the cup. "It's empty, we're good," she turned pink as she set the cup back on the table and put his shirt beside hers. Coming back to her cookie station, Meredith acted as if she didn't just remove clothing from his body and continued mixing up the batter. As she finished with that, she looked at the pre-heating oven and decided that she had some time to give him at least one more kiss. She reached out her arms for him and pulled him forward by his pants. "You're too distracting for these cookies," she whispered to him, her thumb tracing patterns gently across his skin. "Maybe I won't share them," she teased as she got some of the cookie dough on her finger and pressed it against his mouth. "That's all you get," and she kissed him again.

Meredith had kept her lips against his for a while. The oven beeped. Smirking softly, she stepped back again and turned to the counter once again. However this time, Meredith reached around her and took Brian's hands and manipulated his hands into making little cookie dough bits and putting them on the pan, which took longer than it would have if she used her own hands. There was still at least a third of the bowl left once all the space had been taken up on the pan (and it was likely that the cookies would run together and merge into one or several really big cookies). Stepien aside (aha), Meredith gestured for Brian to put them in the oven, "You can do that while I eat this." Meredith grinned mischievously at him while she hopped back on the counter, bowl in hand. Reaching into a bag and getting a handful of the powdery substance. As soon as Brian faced her again, she took a deep breath and blew the handful of flour at him.

[ba--ryann-h]

I didn’t actually blush. I lied. Heh.

[mereditty]

You're so mean.

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: That is so not a roleplay kink.

Brian: See, when you say that, Mere, those sort of sentences can send me to jail for pedophilia.

Mere: Sure it is

Mere: I'm a child and I want your candy.

[ba--ryann-h]

Exactly, Mere, that was the point of th ejoke.

[mereditty]

The point that I'm seeing is that you blushed and I didn't get to see.

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: You're the one who keeps referring to a roleplay kink, though. I think it's you who has one, missy.

Brian: The lollies are for the little kids!

Mere: Nope. You're the one that jut can't wait to see me in costumes.

Mere: I'm a little kid.

[ba--ryann-h]

Indubitably.

[mereditty]

Isn't that like every blush?

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: Hardy har

Brian: Good CUS I already bought the lollies and hid them so you wouldn't eat them

Mere: See? It keeps coming back up, which clearly means you have one.

Mere: What? That's so mean! Where are they? You have to sharrreeee!

[ba--ryann-h]

If this is revenge, I definitely think it’s a dish best served warm.

[mereditty]

Warm blushes?

[mereditty]

Text: Merepoop

Brian: That can be arranged.

Brian: Actually, I kind of thought that maybe we could give out lollies this year. I mean, there are a lot of kids in our apartment building and it might be kinda fun.

Mere: whisper***roleplay kink***whisper

Mere: Woohoo! Let's do it!