~ Series of one shots of the couple that ruined me, Skyeward ~

AN: Okay, I think I have a slight cookie addiction because this is my second cookie dough fic. Thanks for the reviews/follows/favourites! Here's Christmas/holiday themed one. Hope you guys like it!

Set during happy times...

"Ward!" Skye shouted at the top of lungs. A few seconds after, a rushed shuffling of feet was heard before a slightly panting Ward came into the kitchen.

"What? What's wrong?" he asked, worried and began looking for Skye or any signs of anger.

"Where are the eggs?" She popped up from behind the counter then bit down on her lip to stifle a snicker as she took in the sight before her. His hair was wet. His t-shirt had spots of wetness on them. He had a towel clenched in his hand. And the best part was the shaving cream around his jaw, making him look as though he had a white beard.

"All the shouting for... eggs?" He growled and rolled his eyes with annoyance.

"Mhmm."

He placed a hand on his hip and waved the other lazily towards the drawer underneath the oven shelf. She turned around to it while asking, "Why are you panting?"

"You called- no, shouted my name. I thought you were in danger," he spoke. Skye counted 3 eggs and took them in her palms before standing up and shutting the drawer using her foot. "Aww you do care about me."

"You didn't have to shout."

She places the eggs on the countertop. "Well I tried to find you but I couldn't so I called your name three times and you didn't reply so what else was I supposed to do?"

"I was in the shower!" He yelled.

"How was I supposed to know that? There are no cameras in the actual shower. You insisted that, remember?" She pointed a spoon at him.

"Not everything has to be on display." He raised an eyebrow and clenched his jaw.

"Pfft. I prefer clothes on, thank you very much," she rebutted then openly ran her eyes from his head to toe, heaved a loud sigh and gave him the cheekiest smile.

He scoffed, "whatever," then turned to walk away quickly as soon as he felt a brewing smile and a burning sensation on his cheeks. She chuckled softly, knowing how flustered he was.

The whiff of cookies floated in the air when he stepped into the living area of the bus. He walked towards the kitchen with a hand stroking his chin nonchalantly, checking for any leftover stubble that might have escaped his meticulous shaving.

She was standing there, pouring chocolate chips into the cookie dough mixture. He leaned against the benchtop with his arms crossed and watched as she worked. She felt his eyes on her but said nothing and continued scooping a large spoonful of cookie dough then placing it onto the next row on the baking tray. Once the tray was full, she took small ball of cookie dough and tossed it into her mouth.

"Why are you eating that?" he asked confusedly.

She scoffed in exagerration. "Because it's delicious?"

"But it's not cooked?"

"But it's... cookie dough?"

"And it's raw," he insisted. She was now facing him, mirroring his crossed arms. She narrowed her eyes and asked, "You haven't had raw cookie dough, have you?"

He cleared his throat and pushed off the benchtop to stand up straight. "I didn't have the need to."

She gasped and shook his shoulders. "You are missing out, big time!"

He shrugged her hands off him and placed a hand on the benchtop. "I highly doubt it."

Her eyes widen then scurried to roll up a ball of cookie dough.

"Try it," she said and tried to shove the cookie ball into his mouth when he caught her wrist and tightened his lips. She tsked and pouted, "Come on, one day of cookies won't increase your fat mass percentage, Santa."

The corner of his lips curved into a little smile. Because of his shaving cream beard from earlier, she now had another nickname to call him. He looked into her brown eyes that were glinting with excitement. Nothing's wrong with a little playful banter, right? So he took a small step back and shook his head. She gasped and immediately took a large step forward. The action surprised him that he spontaneously placed a hand on her waist. His heart sped a little when he realised that his hand was resting against her warm skin.

"Try it or I'll put you on my naughty list," she said, with a hint of flirtatiousness. Oh, she knew that that little skin-to-skin was making him flustered. So easy. But he snapped out of it and asked with a smirk, "Aren't I supposed to be the one writing the Naughty or Nice list?"

"Oh," she crooned and took a small step forward. She felt his fingers squeezed his waist for a second. "I'm already in your good books so..." She traced her index finger on his cheek then down to his jawline, flitted her eyes down to his lips, bit her own lower lip before looking up into his eyes. Even a fly can feel that their heated tension was hotter that the oven. Her hand travelled to his chest, down to his stomach then to his belt as she opened her mouth, "I can be on your naughty list this time."

His jaw dropped.

Whatever she did was... cruel. She had surpassed the naughty list. This was evil. Such malevolence. And he would've given in if she didn't took his shock as an opportunity to pop the ball of cookie dough into his mouth. He bit into the soft dough and released his grip around her wrist.

Damn. What is this? He chewed and with every chew, his mouth salivated more and his taste buds came alive. The cookie dough just melted with such sugary sweetness and the taste of vanilla – oh how he loves vanilla. Not to mention the triple chocolate chips: dark, milk and white chocolate chips in one. He didn't even realised his eyes were closed until he opened them to see Skye grinning widely. He swallowed and fought down a moan of satisfaction. It wasn't that good but he did glance at the bowl of cookie mixture pleadingly for more.

She turned around and his eyes followed as she helped herself to another ball of cookie dough. He licked his lips.

"Good, isn't it?" she asked. He didn't reply and pushed her aside to gain better access to the cookie dough. He wanted more so he grabbed a cookie ball and threw it in his mouth. This time, he did let out a soft moan when got a ball with more chocolate chips.

"You are a bad influence," he muffled with a mouthful. She chuckled and popped another in her mouth. He took another one. And another.

"Whoa slow down, Prancer. We're not going to have enough for the Christmas party," she said. He stopped, shot her a 'hell if I care' look and resumed his devouring. He ate another four before forcing himself to stop.

"Great, there's only enough for one more batch," she whined.

"It's your fault," he said, still chewing the last bits of dough in his mouth.

"I didn't think you were gonna go wild, Cookie Monster!"

"How could I not? You seduced me with cookie dough, you Vixen!"

"Ah, the art of food seduction. Always works."

He scoffed then wiped his lips. His nostrils flared and he slithered a glare at her. She gave him a sheepish smile, trying her hardest to stop herself from laughing.

Ting!

Saved by the oven. Skye scooted over to check on her cookies and he strode out of the kitchen quickly, towards the cargo hold. Time to burn the cookies.

Ward dragged his legs into the living area. A hand clutched his stomach and he groaned. The contents of his stomach churned uncomfortably. He had to stop his training because of this... inconvenience. All because of the raw cookie dough she made him eat. And love. He cursed to himself and plopped down on the couch.

She was cleaning up the kitchen when she saw her S.O. leaning back against the couch with his head thrown back and a hand resting on his stomach. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows were knitted into a V. She knew exactly how he was feeling so she made him a little cure.

"Here," she offered and he took the cup of hot cocoa. He sipped it and didn't feel any better but at least it wasn't making him feel worse. She sat next to him, her feet tucked beneath her and rested an arm on his shoulder.

"Tummy ache?"

He groaned in response.

"Worth it, wasn't it?"

He frowned at her then closed his eyes to rest. She smirked.

She straddled his lap, leaned down and kissed him. His eyes opened with surprise but reclosed to fully embrace her. His hands slid up her thighs and rested on her hips. He moaned from the wonderful taste. The fact he was kissing Skye was sweet too but the cookie dough was better. Shamelessly, she let him taste the cookie dough on her tongue. All of a sudden, a sickening feeling gathered at the back of his throat and he felt like he was going to hurl.

"We can't," he pulled away.

"No one's around, Ward." She leaned down again but he stopped her.

"I can't do this."

She sat back. "What do you mean?"

"I mean, I think I'm going throw up. The cookie dough - ugh," he pushed her off him and ran towards the bathroom.

He came back; his hair was a mess and his face was wet. She raised a tray full of baked cookies in front of him. His face fell.

"No. No no no," he grumbled and retreated into his room to gain as much distance from the cookies as possible. He vowed to never come near cookies and cookie dough ever again. Or at least until he didn't feel sick every time looked at something sweet.

AN: Happy Holidays! May 2017 be kinder to all of us :) Reviews would be great presents, you know :P