A/N: I'm not dead, although it may seem like I was. Just been extremely busy with school, band, and the like. Not to mention a killer case of writer's block. But this is my way of trying to get over it. This is my first shot at a ficlet, so I hope it turns out well. Feel free to criticize/flame/comment or anything of the like. If this one turns out well, I may use these characters in some more ficlets. So try to enjoy, and reviews are appreciated.

Dedicated to: My cookie-loving pal...although the cookies may be drugged, I'll bake drugged with love ones when you come.

Chocolate Chip Cookie Dough

"Jen! Where are you?!" asked a male voice as the owner of it opened the door to a house, walking slowly thorugh the living room.

"I'm in the kitchen, Nick," replied a female, obviously Jen. All of a sudden, Nick shot through the door, slipping on the cool tile, falling forward. Jen started laughing while walking over to him, offering a hand to help him up, which he gratefully took.

"Thanks. Yeah you didn't see that," he told her, running a hand, obviously embarrased, through his hair.

This caused Jen, who had a spatula in her hand, to chuckle and nod, returning to her stirring. "Right. Didn't see you fall flat on your face," she said, grinning. Nick reached out to see what was in the bowl, receiving a smack on the head with a spatula. "No touchie," Jen said, still grinning.

"But what are you making?" Nick asked, eagerly. "You know I can't resist your cooking."

Jen giggled, "You can resist. All you have to do is not think about it. Very simple."

Nick nodded, closing his eyes, blocking out her cooking. After a few moments he reopened them, "You're right. I can resist your cooking. As long as it isn't cookies. Can't live without those."

Jen narrowed her eyes a bit while moving the bowl closer to herself. "And, umm, what if it was cookies I was making?"

Nick's eyes opened widely, looking like a child on Christmas. "You're making cookies?! I want a cookie!" he shrieked, lunging for the bowl. Jen quickly pulled it away, narrowly missing the prowing hands of Nick.

Nick took a moment to come up with his plan of attack to get his beloved. Suddenly, an idea struck in his mind. "Okay, I can play that way, too. If you don't surrender the cookies, you're going to get," he paused for emphasis, "tickled."

A small gasp escaped Jen's lips as she clutched the bowl tighter. How did he remember she was extremely ticklish? Not wanting to justify his claim, she retorted, "You wouldn't dare."

A sly smile spread across Nick's lips. "Oh, I would. And I will." Not expecting the next move, Jen was caught off guard as Nick siftly lunged for her, sending himself, along with her and the cookie dough, tumbling to the floor. The next thing Jen knew, she was pinned on the floor, cookie doughless and subject to tickling at any moment, and she knew it. So did Nick. He decided to have a little fun. Eyeing the unguarded bowl of dough, he stuck his finger in it, removing a glob of chocolate chip goodness from its depths. Grinning, he placed it on Jen's nose, causing her to squirm.

"Nick get the dough off my nose right now! When I get you off me-"

She was cut off by Nick, "You mean, if you get me off you, don't you? Now stop moving, or you're getting tickled."

Smiling defiantly, Jen squirmed more. Nick also grinned, although it was more sly than defiant. "You asked for it," he said, before starting to tickle her. Manic laughter echoed through the kitchen, the house, and probably the whole neighborhood.

After several minutes of nonstop tickling, Jen gasped for breath between fits of laughter, "Ok, ok, I give up! You win! Now stop tickling me and get off before I die from lack of oxygen."

Nick smiled, and stopped ticking, but made no moves to get off. "Sorry, one or the other is all I can do," he replied, crossing his arms across his chest.

Jen glared at him, and attempted to push him off, but without the use of her arms it was useless. "Fine. If you won't get off will you at least get the cookie dough off my nose? It tickles."

Nick was about to wipe it off, when his mind started thinking, which is never a good thing. Leaning closer to Jen's face, closing the gap with only inches between them, he grinned. "Of course I will." As soon as these words escaped his lips, he playfully licked the dough from her nose, grinning the whole time. Jen gasped, but could not do much about the situation. All she could do it watch as he smiled with satisfaction. "That's some good cookie dough," he said.

Jen decided that this was not fair on her behalf. Quickly pulling her arms upward, she managed to loosen them; Nick's grip had loosened as soon as he because fascinated with the dough. She grabbed him by the back of the head, just as he had noticed her arms were free, and pulled him down to meet her eyes, their faces almost touching.

Nick's heart was racing from Jen's unexpected actions, but welcomed them. Jen grinned, almost as slyly as he had done, and whispered, "If you think the dough was good, wait until you taste this." Slowly, she raised her head off the ground, placing her lips upon his.

All Nick could do was kiss back. He never would have expected that form her; she always seemed so innocent. I guess looks really can be deceiving, he thought to himself.

Slowly breaking the kiss, all either of them could do was smile at each other. Jen was the first to speak, "So, was that as good as the cookie dough?" she asked, grinning.

Nick grinned back, equally, if not bigger, than hers. "Yep. Definately better. Could definately get hooked on that to add to the love of cookie dough." He stood up, offering a hand to help Jen up, much as she had done for him. Together, the pair walked into the living room, hand in hand, and sat down on the couch to watch a movie.

Of course, Nick could not part with the dough and they ate it while happily enjoying each other's company.