No POV

At the Ketchum's penthouse where we now head over to a large-sized decorated kitchen which is actually a lot more messier than it was before. Both Ash and Serena were all alone together with no one around in the penthouse as they are both planning on making their very own cookies for the neighbours. Well, Ash's neighbours of course.

Serena POV

"Okay, we are officially ready for cookie mania, V2!" Ash announced with a wide cheeky smile stuck to his face. He was wearing a novelty apron, stirring a glassed bowl of strawberry frosting as I mixed my bowl of batter. We'd been working on our cookies for almost an hour now, throwing out the first batch we had made because someone put salt in the mixture instead of sugar. It was the perfect way to spend an afternoon, just relaxing with my boyfriend.

Sigh. Thinking that gave me tingles every time. My boyfriend.

Ever since the 'ILY' incident, we'd been spending as much time together as we could. No stress, no drama, just pure fun. Just yesterday, we'd gone to see a theatre show with Leaf. And today, not wanting to be home alone (Hope and Leaf had gone to Children Museum and his dad was at work) Ash had called me up, asking if I wanted to help him bake cookies for his neighbours. Unfortunately, not much baking was happening.

I looked up at him in full view and let out a softly titter giggle at the dusting of flour on the tip of his nose. "This batch will turn out right if you don't get the ingredients mixed up again." I replied to him as he looked at me over his shoulder.

"I predict that by the time we're done here, we shall go into the cookie making business."

Snorting derisively, I said, "That's only if your cookies are edible."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ash asked, a mock snarl curling up his top lip.

"It's supposed to mean can you even cook?" I asked jokingly, sticking out my tongue at him playfully.

He nodded vehemently, making a sad puppy dog expression. "Uh huh!"

I raised my eyebrows in a classic 'sure you're right' look and he pouted. "What?" I snickered.

"I'm so offended right now," he sulked, putting the icing on the counter and crossing his arms across his chest. "You think I can't cook?" He questioned, cocking his head a little to one side.

"Tell me what you can cook and I'll take it back," I suggested playfully.

He started to count off of his fingers, raising each one. "I can boil a mean egg!" One finger raised up then the others. "If you want microwaved foods, I make it better than anyone in Kalos. Two words- grilled cheese. Need I say more?"

I spluttered with laughter as he talked, his words full of conviction. "Two words- master chef!"

He picked up his icing mix and approached me with the silver spoon in his hand, holding it in place. "Try my frosting, then tell me it's not epic." He spoke as his feet arrived next to mine. For some reason, he almost sounded teasing when he spoke.

"Okay," I replied, watching as he dipped the spoon in the frosting and, a big smile on his face, held it out to me. Just as I was about to scoop some off of the spoon with my finger, Ash unexpectedly daubed a big dollop of frosting onto my nose catching me by suprise.

"Ash!" I exclaimed. Sliding my eyes down at my nose then at him. 

He chuckled half-heartily and half-mocking, pleased with himself. "That's for not believing me when I told you I could cook."

Pursing up my lips, I unobtrusively slid my finger down my mixing spoon and quickly as I could spread it onto Ash's Z-mark cheek, catching him by suprise too. "I still don't," I giggled.

A wide grin on his face, Ash flicked some more icing at me. The drops landed on my plain pink apron. "I'm challenging you to a food fight," he declared.

I picked up a baking tin, holding it up in front of my face. "Bring it." I confirmed with fire in my eyes with a brave expression plastered on me.

Ash flicked some batter at me but it hit the baking tin. I hooted with triumph, peeking around my shield. "Woot! Serena one, Ash-." Just as I was about to say 'zero', Ash reached around my shield and smeared some frosting on my lips. That's what I get for being cocky at the wrong time.

"Hahaha! Right on target. Your move," Ash said, winking cheekily at me.

"No fair," I protested with frosting on my lip, almost my words sounding as a muffle. "You can't just reach over my shield! What if I'd had a gun? I'd have shot you!"

"No making up rules as you go along," Ash sang, throwing some more batter at me.

I dodged successfully, hearing the mini bullets ping against the baking tin. "It's my prerogative," I sang back, reaching for my wooden spoon and scraping off a bit of batter. "Just as it's my prerogative to coat you with batter!" I was aiming for his tanned face, but I completely missed and the watery mixture got on his plain fully black t-shirt. "Sorry!"

A mock growl rose from Ash's throat as he started down at his t-shirt for a brief moment, then back at me as a wide smiled crawled up on his face. "Okay, that's it, it's so on!"

I squealed as he started to chase me around the whole kitchen, my boots squeaking on the tiled floor and my short hair bouncing as I ran. Then, He cornered me near the counter, pushing me against the hard wall and pressing his body against me, brushing our clothings together without any free space. "I said sorry!" I told him, looking at him in the eyes.

"That's not gonna cut it," Ash grinned evilly, his hands placed on the wall on either side of me and his face closer to mine, only seeing his shining hazel eyes. I was blocked in and no where to escape from his grasp. "You're gonna have to show me that you're sorry."

"How?" I asked, looking up at him innocently.

I gasped as his lips met mine in a searing kiss, softly nipping my bottom lip between his teeth and pulling back. "I can think of a few ideas," he whispered, his voice husky.

He leaned in and kissed me again, his hands leaving the wall to slide down to my hips. I shivered as he licked the frosting off my own lips, teasing me with his tongue. As I slowly kissed him back, my hands grabbed fistfuls of his black fully t-shirt, pulling him even closer to me. I let out a whimper as, still kissing me, he lifted me up with his hands underneath my hamstrings and sat me on the counter. My arms slipped around his neck as I ran my fingers through his raven hair, lost in the sensation of his tongue flicking against mine.

He groaned into my mouth as I wrapped my legs around his waist, drawing him towards me as my calf's pressed against his mucle love handles.

"You're f****** perfect," he whispered under his breath through his teeth, sucking on my bottom lip sensuously. He slid his warm tongue into my mouth again, rolling it against mine. His hands slid under my shirt, fingertips grazing my lean stomach and sending heat all around my body.

Bliss. Hot. Pleasure and rapture.

We were so caught up in our make out session that we didn't hear the footsteps until it was too late.

"Well, well, well." We immediently sprang apart, and I stared aghast at Mr. Ketchum, who was leaning against the stainless steel fridge watching us, an amused smile on his face. "You don't see scenes like this on lifestyle shows."