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Light music fills the hot kitchen, the oven has been on since 10am. The pair worked around each other like a waltz.
Streaks of white ran unceremoniously through Techno's pink hair. He started this day with a bun on the crown of his head, now it's falling just below his shoulders. He was wearing a pink frilly apron that Phil bought him as a joke last year. Phil was wearing a green matching one that was bought a few days later.
Phil wipes his hands of flour, the same that stains Techno's hair white. He begins whisking the cookie dough once again as Techno starts measuring out chocolate chips for the dough he's mixing. As he pours the chocolate chunks in the cup a devious smile grows across his face. He grabs one chunk and throws it over to Phil. It lands with a light thunk in the dough. His head slowly turns as he grabs the chunk and throws it into the pile of discarded wrappers on the counter.
He lets a light chuckle escape his lips, to an outsider looking in they would think it's because of the situation, but techno knows different. Techno knows the chaos that follows quickly after, he quickly shields his face but Phil moves too fast. The dough is already on Techno's nose.
Pink spreads across both their faces mirroring Techno's hair. Techno grabs a handful of chocolate and throws it again at Phil, lodging itself in the wrinkles of Phil's apron. Phil rushes forward throwing flour onto Techno, getting handprints all over his clothes. The bag of flour lay open so the kitchen quickly becomes a white Christmas scene. Phil gets covered in flour while techno becomes covered in the butter & sugar mixture that once was in the bowl. Phil reaches for one last scoop of dough and tries to throw it at Techno's face, but Techno games his arm and pulls him to his chest.
Phil giggles as he drops the clump of dough on the floor. Techno snakes his arm Phil’s waist and clings onto his wrist, flour beginning to cover the pair. Phil and Techno fall into step, their chests moving together, feet moving around each other flawlessly. The soft music echoes throughout the house. They begin to start a familiar dance around the kitchen, their song is currently playing softly. Techno takes the lead in the waltz around the table, eyes fluttering shut allowing his body to move without thought. Phil looks up to Techno's face. His gaze softened when he saw the sunlight bouncing off the snow outside splayed over his face. He rests the side of his head on the other man's chest. They begin to sway slightly, staying wrapped in each other's arms until the timer beeps, their unruined batch of cookies are ready.
They untangle their arms, Techno wipes the sweat off his brow with his forearm, smearing dough onto his forehead. They continue to bake, after the last batch of cookies comes out of the oven, they plate the cookies and walk into the darkened main room. Techno is caring two mugs of steaming hot chocolate, one with a gold crown the other with " #1 Dad " written on it. Their Christmas tree being the only lighting source in the house. Phil sits down into his makeshift nest of blankets in front of the fireplace. Techno hands him the mug, and starts up an old Christmas movie on the screen in front of them. When Techno settles into his rightful place next to Phil, he's wrapped in a warm blanket. Their snowman from the day before is melting from the warmth of the scene.
Techno falls asleep in the warmth of the other's arms, sugar still sticking to their skin. Phil glances over his shoulder to the small box containing matching emerald earrings, he buries his head and breathes in the smell of vanilla lingering in Techno’s hair. Phil joins Techno in a peaceful sleep, with a grin on his face knowing they are both already living their dreams together.