Jaya was cooking.

Well, baking, really.

She was making you cookies.

Acts of service were her love-language. She wanted to make everybody in her life feel cared about, even if it was just a Hookup.

You were in the shower after a session, a session that left her in nothing but a thong and one of your work button-ups.

The bangles that always decorated her wrists were still there, clinking against one another as she moved about the kitchen.

She liked to steal your clothes, to be covered in your scent.

She heard the shower stop, and then the bathroom door close and your disappear into her room.

You returned in a sports bra and sweats, coming up behind her and pressing your front to Jaya's back and slowly sway with her.

She giggled, leaning against you as you stole a handful of chocolate chips.

You sure did steal a lot of her food for a cop, but she smoked weed for fun.

She supposed she couldn't judge.

"Watcha makin', Sunshine?" You asked peering over her shoulder as you kissed her already-bruised neck.

"Cookies, silly!" Jaya laughed, bringing a manicured, gold-ringed hand to swat playfully at your shoulder, which earned her another bite.

"Hey!" She scolded, pushing you off gently as she went back to her cookies.