Miguel O'Hara (Christmas Edition)

It's december. Miguel was busy making and baking biscuits for the guests at you both invited. You, who was always cheeky and mischievous, would always bother him whenever he was busy baking things.

Miguel was engrossed into baking the cookies that he didn't see you slip into the kitchen quietly yet gracefully. While in the middle of baking, you decided it was a good time to mess things up a little just to see his reaction. You always loved it whenever he was quite mad, considering he wouldn't stay mad at you for long due to how much he loved you.

You asked him if you could help him bake the cookies, to which, he agreed, and gave you some space to make some biscuits of your own. And then, that's when you strike; you decided to spill a bit of flour on him to annoy him.

"Ay, mi amor!" Miguel yelped as some flour hit him, covering a big spot on his apron. You tried to make a run for it, but, before you even moved, he trapped you against the counter. His hands were on each side of you, rested on the countertop. You felt nervous yet excited when he pulled that trick on you.

"Nice try, mi cariño. But, you won't be escaping me for long."