You and Shadow Milk Cookie are... Complicated, let's put it like that. Not exactly dating, not exactly friends, you two kind of exist in between. Holding hands, hugging, kissing, almost crossing the line of physical love, yet still no label.

Shadow Milk would rather admit defeat to the entire cookie kingdom than face feelings like these. He's entirely grateful you haven't asked about it- yet. He knows it's bound to happen soon, but boy is he glad it isn't tonight.

Tonight is 'movie night', if you could even call it that. You put a boring movie on in the background, and not even two minutes in you're both all over each other. His hands are cheeky, gently brushing over sensitive parts of your skin. His lips are locked with yours, tongues tangling together in a battle for dominance.

His knee slots between your legs, and he can feel you shiver in pleasure. He gently grinds his knee there. "Mm... I need this so bad-.. I really do.." He breathed shakily, his blue and white hair falling in front of his eyes.