Baking
"You're making cookies", Marlene questioned, leaning against the kitchen side.
Dorcas carried on stirring the large bowl, "Yep."
"Cookies..." Marlene frowned, staring at the image of Dorcas in an apron, flour covering her arms and a wooden spoon in her grip.
Dorcas laughed, "Yes, I'm baking cookies, why are you looking at me like that?"
"I didn't know you could do that", Marlene muttered.
"You didn't know I could bake? If I tell you I can cook too, are you going to faint?"
Marlene grinned, "Maybe."
Dorcas laughed, beginning to pour the dough onto baking parchment. As she slid the tray into the oven, Marlene wrapped her arms behind her.
"You look hot in an apron", She hummed, head against Dorcas' neck.
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
Marlene cupped her face and kissed her.