𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿

𝗚𝗶𝗳𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿:
Huge Cookies

❅𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝗿𝘁𝘆-𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿❅

"Mazin."

My voice was raspy and weighed down by tiredness, nudging her away as I felt the softness of her lips against my cheek.

"Good morning," Mazin whispered against my cheek, her breath warm and soft.

And normally, I would find her actions attractive or even grow shy from them.

But I'm too fucking tired to think about anything right now.

"No," I said, nuzzling under the pillow away from her lips.

"For once I'm awake before you and this is how you greet me?" Mazin asked, and I could suddenly feel the softness of her lips against my arm.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "I'm just tired and it's so early—"

"It's almost eleven," Mazin quickly cut me short, which made my eyes snap open as I slid out from under the pillow, "There she is."

I rubbed under my eyes with furrowed brows, "I never sleep in like this," I said, glancing over to my digital alarm clock that read 10:54 am.

And that's when I realized I was back in my old bedroom with Mazin in bed beside me.

Then last night came back to me.

The move made on my dad.

How Mazin and I also confessed our love for each other.

"We can go back to sleep if you're still tired," Mazin offered, gently grabbing my hand and pulling me back down to the bed with her, "You just look so cute while you sleep—I couldn't not kiss you."

I felt my lips twitch up at her words, "I'm just genuinely surprised you're awake before me," I said, tangling my legs with hers and nuzzling in closer to her body.

"Right?" Mazin said with a smile, leaning down to briefly kiss my lips.

I hummed as I kissed her back, "I always love how you look in the mornings," I whispered against her lips, gently playing with her messy blonde hair.

"Oh, love?" Mazin emphasized purposely, smiling as she pulled back from our brief kiss, "Because I can name a lot of things that I love about you."

My smile spread into an annoying grin, "I could name millions of things I love about you," I countered back, briefly kissing her lips again.

"Oh, I could make a list long enough to wrap around the earth millions of times," Mazin just had to say, beating me entirely in our little debate.

I jokingly rolled my eyes, "You always do this," I whined with a fake narrowed look.

Which only amused my girlfriend, "I always do too much when it comes to you," she whispered with a smile, glancing down to my lips, "You bring it out of me."

I shook my head, even if all I could do was smile at her, "I love you," I said, pressing another kiss to her lips.

"I love you too, beautiful," she whispered back, kissing me back as she ran her hands under my pajama shirt and tugged me even closer, "I love you so fucking much."

I hummed at her words, kissing her even deeper as I ran my hands down to her shoulders that I gently kneaded and massaged.

Mazin subtly slid her tongue past my lips, squeezing my waist as I tilted my head further back for her.

That's when I pressed my body further into hers, feeling as if I couldn't possibly get enough of her.

I had broken the kiss between us before I could think it through, now trailing soft kisses along her cheek and then her jawline.

Until I was at her neck, kissing her soft skin so deeply as my tongue occasionally smoothed over her skin.

"Vir," she breathed out, her short nails subtly digging into my waist.

Which naturally made my lower stomach burn for more.

Especially at the nickname I had never heard from her lips before.

"Call me that again," I unconsciously whispered, my voice so soft but so demanding.

"Vir—baby," she whispered so breathlessly, now reaching for the back of my thigh—hooking my leg around her body, "We shouldn't start things we can't finish."

I hummed against her skin that I kissed so softly, "But I don't want to stop," I whispered honestly, even if I had no idea what I was doing.

I just simply like kissing her like this.

She's so soft and warm.

All I wanted to do was always be near her.

"I don't want to stop either," Mazin said, her voice holding noticeable restraint, especially when I ran my hands down her arms, "But we're at your dad's, and going further than this would be a big step."

I halted against her neck, "Maybe it doesn't have to be a big step, maybe we could make it seem like it's not a big deal and then there will be less pressure on it, and we—"

"Virelai," Mazin gently cut me short, pulling back slightly to meet my stare, "This is a very big deal to me—it's also a very big deal for you and us."

I pursed my lips, remaining silent at her words.

Mostly because I knew it was a big deal.

Sex felt like such a huge deal that it made me never want to do it.

The intimacy of it just scares me.

"That being said, there's never any pressure on it," Mazin spoke again, her dark eyes holding mine as she gently caressed my dark hair out of my face, "It will happen when you're ready and I'll accommodate to your preferences so you're comfortable."

I unconsciously glanced away from her, "And what preferences am I supposed to have?" I whispered awkwardly, realizing I didn't even know that.

"You aren't supposed to have anything baby," Mazin quickly clarified, gently grabbing my chin to align my stare back with hers, "I just meant that you may prefer the lights off, or for me to only use my mouth—every detail is up to you."

I blinked a few times, feeling my face burn up at her words.

And the idea of her using her mouth.

On me.

"Yeah," I whispered awkwardly, unsure of how to navigate this conversation.

"It's something that happens naturally," Mazin said, leaning down to briefly kiss my lips, "Please don't stress yourself about it baby."

I nodded as she pulled back from my lips, "I'll try, I think I just overthink it maybe," I whispered, nuzzling down into her neck before I could catch her reaction.

"Which is valid," Mazin said, caressing her hand under my shirt and up my bare back, "I just want you to know that I'll take care of you."

I nodded again, letting out a deep sigh as I relaxed in her arms. 

And naturally, it grew silent between us—a calm silence that lasted for an unmeasured amount of minutes. 

Until we made our way out of bed, opening the new toothbrushes from the bathroom drawer to brush our teeth. 

Then we headed out to the kitchen—which was empty aside from the numerous breakfast dishes that my dad must've sent up for us. 

Mazin and I dug into the food immediately—with her making our plates and then me preparing our glasses of juice. 

Soon we settled at the kitchen island, eating together as we discussed our plans for the day. 

I planned to stay around here with my dad for a little longer while Mazin had some business to handle. 

But she did mention our club plans that we had made with Tahir last night. 

Which I assumed were unserious last night, but apparently he texted Mazin about the section he got for us tonight so I guess we were being serious. 

I honestly felt excited to go to the club though, especially since I never really did that scene. 

By the time I made it home from my dad's later on in the day, I had already begun planning what I would wear. 

I was unsure how revealing my outfit should be, but after FaceTiming Nelli, she had managed to convince me to wear the very short strapless silver dress. 

I knew Mazin's reaction to this would be priceless. 

It barely came down past my mid-thigh, the neckline emphasizing my cleavage and the back of it dipping low to emphasize more of my skin. 

I wore my dark hair down for Mazin, curling it in waves as I applied a little more makeup than I usually would. 

But I was already ahead of schedule for once so I had time to do eyeliner and apply false lashes instead of mascara. 

Once I was finished lining my lips and applying gloss, I slipped on my deep burgundy Gucci stilettos lined with silver diamonds to match my dress. 

Which I adjusted better at my chest, even if my cleavage still managed to be over-emphasized. 

I carefully hooked on a dainty necklace with two matching diamond bracelets, combing my fingers through my dark hair in loose curls. 

Once I was done, I grabbed my keys and headed out of my apartment, deciding to drive to Mazin's house since I was ready thirty minutes early. 

There's no reason she should have to pick me up on her way, and I already know I'll be staying at her place tonight so I'll have my car in the morning. 

The entire ride over to her place, I naturally grew excited, feeling chaotic butterflies in my stomach as I tried to imagine what her reaction would be to my outfit tonight. 

I don't think I've ever exposed this much skin before. 

But it felt oddly liberating, even if I kept tugging my dress down when it annoyingly rode up. 

Especially when I walked barely three steps. 

Luckily, Mazin had left the front door unlocked for me after receiving my text—the only issue was making it up to her room in this tiny dress. 

I knew I would be annoyed with it by the end of the night, yet I still didn't regret my choice of wearing it. 

"Mazi," I singsonged with a growing smile, walking further into her room. 

And that's when she emerged from the closet, wearing a white t-shirt tucked up to expose her toned stomach with an oversized leather jacket and baggy jeans. 

She had paired it with black Jordans, wearing her blonde hair down and precisely straightened which emphasized her face covered in light makeup. 

Her neck was layered with tennis chains along with her wrist, which also had an iced-out Rolex on it.

Suddenly, I don't want to go anywhere. 

Especially not a club where I can't look at her properly. 

I just wanted to stay here and sit on her lap, staring at her for a few hours. 

"This is..." Mazin trailed off, her dark eyes openly roaming my body, "Different." 

I smiled slightly, "Do you like it?" I asked, doing a small twirl for her as I flicked my hair behind my shoulder. 

Mazin blinked a few times, physically pulling her eyes away from my body to meet my stare. 

But even then her eyes still trailed my face, and then my hair—walking closer to me. 

"Yeah," Mazin finally answered my previous question, looking hilariously dazed as she reached for my hand. 

And guided me to do yet another twirl for her as she openly eyed my body. 

"We don't really have to go out tonight," she suddenly said, earning an amused laugh from me. 

Mostly because her head was exactly where mine was previously at. 

"T already got us a section," I reminded her, knowing everyone was expecting us. 

Even Nelli and Ronan will be there. 

"I have a better section here," Mazin determined, now running her hands around my waist as she drew me in closer to her, "Give me a kiss." 

My smile grew at her words, leaning into her without hesitation to carefully peck her lips. 

Which somehow left my girlfriend offended when I pulled back. 

"That wasn't a kiss," she frowned, leaning in closer to me as she gently grabbed my neck. 

"Mazin, you're going to mess up my lip gloss," I quickly said, trying my best to lean away from her, but her gentle yet firm grip on my neck prevented me from going anywhere. 

"I like messing it up," Mazin admitted openly with a growing smirk, leaning down to my face as I pressed my hands against her firm bare stomach. 

At least until she pressed her lips to mine, then my hands naturally slid past her stomach—wrapping my arms around her waist as she deepened the kiss. 

I whined against her lips, "You're so annoying for this," I whispered as she pressed her thumb firmly against the front of my neck, tilting my head back further for more access. 

"And you're so annoying for wearing this dress," she countered back, nipping at my bottom lip, "I won't be able to think properly all night because of you." 

I smirked slightly against her lips, approving of this reaction I got from her, "Good," I whispered, nipping at her bottom lip just as she had done mine. 

That's when Mazin firmly squeezed my waist, "Careful now," she warned me, pressing another kiss to my lips before she pulled away entirely. 

"I don't want to be careful," I determined, pulling her back closer to me for another kiss. 

"Yeah, your lipgloss is fucked," Mazin said, staring down at my lips which naturally earned a dramatic gasp from me. 

"Is it bad?" I said, walking past her to the bathroom as she chuckled. 

"Not bad enough," she said, following behind me, "Let me mess it up some more—maybe even your hair too." 

I rolled my eyes, even if my face burned up at her words, "You're very annoying tonight," I said as we stopped at the bathroom mirror with her standing behind me. 

"You love me," she said, sliding her arms around my waist from behind. 

"I do or else I wouldn't have to redo my lipgloss right now," I determined, running my hands over hers resting against my lower stomach. 

Which naturally made Mazin's dark eyes divert down, analyzing our hands together. 

And then my wrist that her eyes zoned in on for a moment. 

"I don't like this," Mazin suddenly said, pulling away from me entirely to walk out of the bathroom. 

I furrowed my brows, "You don't like what?" I questioned offensively, walking out of the bathroom as soon as I cleaned the edges of my lips smeared with lip gloss. 

Then I found Mazin in her closet over by her drawer of watches that she closed. 

"This," Mazin said, gently grabbing my wrist that she motioned to, "It's too bare," she added, eyeing my tennis bracelets as she slid one of her silver Rolexs onto my wrist and secured it. 

My eyes widened at the expensive watch that displayed only wealth, "Mazin I shouldn't—" 

"I want us to match baby," she quickly cut me short before I could decline the watch, "Besides, what's mine is yours." 

I pursed my lips, eyeing the watch, "But it's a lot and what if I lose it or—" 

"Then I'll buy a new one," Mazin assured me, eyeing the watch on my wrist, "And I'll buy you your own too—your wrist looks perfect with a watch like this on it." 

I felt my face burn up at her compliment, wordlessly eyeing the Rolex on my wrist as I angled it against the light. 

"I think I'll buy you one regardless," Mazin suddenly determined in a soft whisper mostly to herself, "I'll add it to your Christmas list," she added, which naturally made me realize something. 

I haven't even begun to shop for her Christmas stuff. 

I mean all of this just happened between us and I... 

I'm not prepared whatsoever. 

I might have to hire a personal shopper, but then that also means it won't be from the heart. 

I'll have to go shopping tomorrow, considering we leave for Aspen on Sunday for the week of Christmas. 

I at least have three more days to pull something together. 

"Vir," Mazin murmured, her dark eyes analyzing my face as I snapped out of my thoughts, "Everything okay baby?" 

I immediately nodded, not wanting her to know how unprepared I was for Christmas, "Yes, we should probably leave so we're not late," I quickly determined. 

Which earned a hesitant nod from my girlfriend, still analyzing my face for another moment until she nodded yet again to herself and gently grabbed my hand to lead us out of her closet. 

Then we were on our way to the club, riding in the backseat of the roomy SUV that drove us downtown. 

It was as busy as usual, especially the line for the club, which we luckily got to skip—getting escorted inside to the section where Tahir and Alena waited. 

Nelli was already there with Ronan, pouring shots as Alena prepared the chasers. 

Meanwhile, Ronan and Tahir seemed to be talking—taking the shots from them once they were ready. 

But before they could take the shots, we had walked into the section, earning their attention immediately. 

"We need more shots," Nelli determined, setting her glass down to pour two more shots from us. 

"Look who made it," Tahir said, leaning into Mazin for a hug before hugging me as well. 

"What's good John Wick," Ronan joked as he did a brief dap with Mazin before reaching his hand out to me. 

"Can someone explain this John Wick shit please," Mazin suddenly said, clearly irritated by the lack of information. 

I laughed slightly as I briefly shook Ronan's hand, "It was a joke T made at the docks weeks ago and it kind of stuck," I briefly explained, taking the shot Alena passed to me while Nelli passed one to Mazin. 

"You remember the watch incident Maz and—" 

"Oh my god, let it go already," I said over the loud music, rolling my eyes dramatically. 

"Well, we won't have any watch issues anymore," Mazin determined, gently grabbing my wrist to put on display for all their eyes. 

"Oh she iced my girl out," Nelli said, admiring the watch on my wrist along with everyone else. 

"My girl," Mazin quickly corrected my best friend who immediately put her hands up in defense. 

"Yeah, let's just..." Ronan trailed off with an amused look, grabbing Nelli's waist to pull her closer to him, which made me raise a brow, "You're not going to win that one so let's just take these shots." 

"Yeah, definitely the shots," Tahir determined, eyeing his sister with a smile as he lifted his shot glass up. 

"To Vee and Maz," Alena said, knowing the entire reason why we were out was to celebrate our new relationship. 

We clinked our glasses together with smiles, throwing the burning liquid back. 

Which burned down my throat, causing me to reach for my chaser while Mazin didn't seem to need one. 

She looked concerningly unaffected, along with Tahir. 

But the rest of us chased the alcohol with juice like normal people. 

And as we got situated in the section that had a hookah, bottle girls came out with cases of Ace champagne—holding sparklers as they danced to the basing music. 

I truly couldn't believe that Tahir had gone all out like this. 

But then again, it took me and Mazin years to get to this point so I was all up for celebrating. 

Which consisted of endless vodka and champagne—one of the bottles Nelli sprayed out on us and the crowd that formed around our section, opening their mouths to catch the expensive champagne. 

It was the most carefree I had ever felt. 

I also felt very loose and tingly from the different types of alcohol. 

But with Mazin by my side, I didn't feel anxious whatsoever. 

Especially with the alcohol in my system. 

Sober me would've never dragged her out onto the dance floor. 

Yet here I am with her, somehow guiding my hips to the beat as she gripped my waist from behind—falling in sync with me. 

I had never even danced like this. 

The most I had danced was probably when I attended parties in high school. 

But in Korea, I more or so focused on my studies entirely and then working as a professor. 

This was all so new to me, and I found myself liking it entirely. 

I wanted to do it again and again, and only with Mazin. 

"Who taught you how to dance like this?" Mazin's warm breath fanned across my ear, subtly tugging my dress down when it shifted up slightly from my dancing. 

I smiled loosely, "Wouldn't you like to know," I purposely said, my words slurred as I continued my pace to the beat of the music. 

"Don't piss me off, Virelai," Mazin said, easily irritated by my words. 

Which seemed to amuse me even more, laughing a few times as Mazin swiftly flipped me around by my waist to face her. 

"You have jokes tonight," Mazin said, eyeing my face as I ran my arms around her waist. 

My smile grew, "Only because you messed up my lip gloss baby," I said, my words stuck together as I stared so openly into her dark eyes. 

Mazin raised a brow, leaning in closer to me, "Call me baby again," she said, her breath warm against my lips. 

"Baby," I didn't hesitate to say for her, leaning in to kiss her lips before she had a chance to make a move. 

But I just felt so good, and like all I could do was touch her. 

I hummed when Mazin naturally kissed me back, running her hands down past my waist to gently squeeze my ass. 

Which naturally made this intense burn run down my spine, pressing my body closer to hers as I tugged at her belt loops. 

"Fuck, Virelai," Mazin suddenly breathed out against my lips as she broke our kiss, but instead of pulling away, she nuzzled down into me for a hug. 

Or what I thought was a hug. 

Instead, her lips were kissing and sucking against the bare skin of my neck, causing my breathing to grow heavier and deeper. 

And while Mazin made it look like she was hugging me to everyone else, she trailed her lips against my neck, exploring all over as I desperately tried to cling to my sanity.  

At some point, I realized the crowd around us was too focused on dancing or drinking—but I don't think I cared either way for once, tugging Mazin in for more. 

I needed so much more. 

"Mazin," I whispered breathlessly in her ear when her teeth grazed my delicate skin. 

It was enough to make an unfamiliar sound burn in my throat, moaning from the sensation of her lips against my neck. 

That's when she softened her kisses, each one much softer and less rushed against me. 

"We can't do this here," Mazin said, almost reminding herself more than me. 

"Let's go back to your place," I offered, not bothering to think any of it through. 

I just knew I wanted her—needed her, right now. 

"Not tonight," Mazin said, suddenly pulling away from my neck to meet my eyes, "We've been drinking." 

I frowned dramatically, feeling this weird overwhelming neediness. 

I didn't even know what I wanted to do, I just wanted to do so many things with her right now. 

"Trust me, Virelai," Mazin suddenly spoke again, leaning down into my ear so I could hear her over the music, "I want to do so many things to you—I've thought about it very graphically," she said, her breath warm against my ear and sending warm needy shivers through my body, "But I want to do it sober—I want to remember every inch of you." 

I let out a breathless sigh, trying to cling to my sane thoughts. 

But god, does she make it so hard. 

"You drive me insane, Mazin," I said honestly, digging my nails into the bareness of her back. 

Which earned a hum from her, echoing into my ear so perfectly, "Imagine how insane I'll drive you once I'm between your legs," she whispered so softly into my ear that she briefly kissed before pulling away entirely. 

That's when I registered that I was frustrated. 

And that there was this pulse between my thighs that wouldn't go away even if I squeezed them together. 

If anything that only made it worse. 

I swear I couldn't look at her for the rest of the night, or it would only make my neediness grow. 

Especially with her dark eyes that stared at me so openly, conveying every thought she had of me behind her eyes. 

"Tahir?" Tazmin's tired voice came from the other line of the call as we all sat in the back of the SUV together. 

And I couldn't help but giggle slightly with Nelli who tapped me to stop, even if she began laughing too. 

"Hey mom, I know it's late—" 

"It's two in the fucking morning, T," she cut him short, clearly not happy about the disruption. 

"Tazmin," I heard Lena say in the background, sounding just as tired as her. 

"Shhh, go back to sleep beautiful," I heard her briefly whisper to her wife before she focused back on the phone call, "Tahir Zev Moretti," she suddenly said his entire government name, and I knew immediately that he would be hearing about this one in the morning. 

"Great name by the way—preciate that, mom," Tahir said, earning laughs from all of us, especially from Mazin who shook her head at her brother. 

Who was now laughing as well. 

"I'm about to hang up on you," Tazmin said, clearly hearing all of our laughs and giggles. 

"No-no, wait," Tahir quickly said before Tazmin could do anything, "We just... you know we're very hungry." 

"Oh, I'm sure you're starving," Tazmin sarcastically said, which made me laugh even more. 

At this point, Mazin had tears in her eyes from laughing so hard. 

"Yeah, we're starving," Tahir said, clearly not picking up on his mom's sarcasm, "And so we wanted to know if you could have the owner of that one Crumbl—"

"You've got to be fucking kidding me," Tazmin cut him short, earning even more laughs from us—Alena was legit holding her stomach from her uncontrollable laughter. 

"We'll bring you a cookie," Mazin suddenly offered.

"I don't want a fucking cookie, Mazin Ciel Moretti," she said, now using her full government name as well. 

Safe to say, they're both in for it tomorrow. 

"Mom, come on," Tahir tried to convince her. 

"No, Tahir, I'm not about to call the owner of Crumbl at this hour just so you guys can have fucking cookies," Tazmin said. 

"T wants cookies?" I heard Lena suddenly say, "You should let him get cookies baby." 

I heard Tazmin sigh very deeply, causing my lips to twitch up along with everyone else's. 

Because we knew what this meant. 

"I'm getting you back for this one, T," Tazmin mumbled, letting out yet another sigh. 

I just know they stressed her out so badly even when I wasn't around. 

They already did so much when we were younger. 

"I love you so much mom—do you have any requests for Mother's Day this year?" Tahir had the nerve to ask, making me giggle even more as I leaned into Mazin's side. 

"I'm hanging up now, Tahir," Tazmin said, and the fact that she was still using his full name made me laugh yet again, "I'll just casually drop a few thousand for cookies you just had to fucking have." 

"Thanks, mom," Mazin suddenly said, laughing when I nudged her with a small giggle. 

"Yeah, we all love you," Tahir added. 

"Yeah, love you guys too," Tazmin mumbled before she ended the call. 

We're so going to regret this in the morning. 

But the time is now. 

And right now, we get to go grab whatever cookies we want. 

Everyone is also planning to head back to Mazin's place to smoke and chill so we can eat them high. 

And yes, we. 

I'm actually going to smoke for the first time in my life. 

I'll also get to try these huge cookies that everyone seems so obsessed with. 

I did feel bad for the worker who had to come in during the middle of the night to fulfill our large orders of cookies. 

At least until she told us what the owner offered to pay her for doing it. 

Then we all seemed to be happy, even her because she was apparently already awake. 

Now we get to head back to Mazin's, and continue the night on.