you’re holding the measuring spoon up, eyeing the level of flour contained in it, when an arm pulls you out of nowhere, causing you to lose your balance and tumble backwards, spilling the flour all over yourself. “niki!” the weight of a chin appears on your shoulder and the familiar hum of your boyfriend fills your left ear. “hm?” “look at me!” “i am,” he grins, peering up through his lashes at you. flour dusts your nose and cheeks, spreading onto your apron. “oh, shut up.” niki reaches out a finger and pokes your nose, you scowling immediately. “you’re so annoying.” “i’m sorry, want me to help bake the cookies?” “you can’t even bake.” he scoffs, “at least i can reach ingredients on the top shelves.” “niki, i’m trying to bake, i need to make these for the holiday party tomorrow.” he gasps in mock fear, “oh no, the full name,” “i’m being serious, i need to bake right now.” “i need to hug my girlfriend.” “your girlfriend doesn’t want you to hug her right now.” “i think she does.” “this third person thing is freaking me out.” “you started it!” “go away.” niki sneaks his head around your shoulder, kissing your neck. “niki, i-” “that’s not my name,” he mumbles into the side of your neck, placing another kiss onto your skin. “niki! i sw-” “still not my name,” he noses into your neck and you sigh. “ki, i-” “there we go,” he sighs, content lacing his tone. he suddenly grabs your side, spinning you around and pushing your back into the counter. he presses kisses across your face, hugging you tightly and grinning.