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asphaltcowgrrlTitle: The Nut Butter Incident
Fandom: none
Pairing: She+Him
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness
Summary: She gets caught, it gets out of hand.
Author’s Note: Written for the flash challenge at 1_million_words: The real question is, do I need more nut butter?
“What are you doing?”
She turned, Reese’s peanut butter cup egg halfway to her mouth. “Eating.”
“Eating what?” He takes a step closer, and she takes one back, closer to the bag of leftover Easter candy.
“A peanut butter egg?”
“I can see that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Didn’t you have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch?”
“French Toast almond butter and blackberry jelly to be exact,” she said, licking chocolate off her thumb.
His lips pressed together, and he looked at his feet. “Okay. So, why not the Twix? Or the Tootsie Pops? Why the peanut butter eggs?”
“Why not,” she said with a shrug. Reaching into the bag, she grinned. “If I could find hazelnut butter cups, I’d be eating those. They’re my favorite nut after all.”
He snorted. “And you are my favorite nut,” he replied. “But this, it’s a bit much.”
“Never.”
“Always,” he said, shaking his head. “I’d ask if you’ve been drinking but I think you’ve been too busy mowing down every nut in the office.”
“Is that a euphemism,” she asked, suddenly worried what he really thought of her. “Because if it is, you suck.”
“It wasn’t,” he replied, snagging the last egg out of the bag before she could, “but it could be.”
“Not on your life,” she said, glaring at the candy in his hand. “That was mine.”
“Not any longer,” he said, taking a bite.
“What am I going to do to get my nut butter fix now?”
He wiped his fingers on a napkin and looked at her. “The real question you should be asking yourself is, ‘Do I need more nut butter?’”
“Yes,” she said, slapping the counter. “The answer is yes!”
Sighing, he rubbed a hand across his face. “Come with me to my office. I have apple slices and a cup of cashew butter in my lunchbox. You can have them both.”
She followed him out of the breakroom asking, “So, you’re luring me into your office with the promise of nut butter?”
He coughed, nearly stumbling over his own feet. “No, that’s not what I – no. Just, don’t ever say that again, okay? Please?”
“Just gimme my nut butter and no one gets hurt,” she chirped.
“You know what? My lunchbox is to the left of my desk. Go help yourself.”
She stopped. “Where are you going?”
“I’m taking myself to HR before anyone can report me,” he said, giving her a look.
She stifled a laugh. “I’m – I’m sorry?”
“No, you’re not,” he said, grinning. “Go get your fix. You owe me.”
“Right,” she said, winking. “I owe you some nut butter.”
He closed his eyes and laughed. “Go away before you really get me into trouble.”
He could hear her laughing all the way back to her desk.
Fandom: none
Pairing: She+Him
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness
Summary: She gets caught, it gets out of hand.
Author’s Note: Written for the flash challenge at 1_million_words: The real question is, do I need more nut butter?
“What are you doing?”
She turned, Reese’s peanut butter cup egg halfway to her mouth. “Eating.”
“Eating what?” He takes a step closer, and she takes one back, closer to the bag of leftover Easter candy.
“A peanut butter egg?”
“I can see that.”
“Then why did you ask?”
“Didn’t you have a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for lunch?”
“French Toast almond butter and blackberry jelly to be exact,” she said, licking chocolate off her thumb.
His lips pressed together, and he looked at his feet. “Okay. So, why not the Twix? Or the Tootsie Pops? Why the peanut butter eggs?”
“Why not,” she said with a shrug. Reaching into the bag, she grinned. “If I could find hazelnut butter cups, I’d be eating those. They’re my favorite nut after all.”
He snorted. “And you are my favorite nut,” he replied. “But this, it’s a bit much.”
“Never.”
“Always,” he said, shaking his head. “I’d ask if you’ve been drinking but I think you’ve been too busy mowing down every nut in the office.”
“Is that a euphemism,” she asked, suddenly worried what he really thought of her. “Because if it is, you suck.”
“It wasn’t,” he replied, snagging the last egg out of the bag before she could, “but it could be.”
“Not on your life,” she said, glaring at the candy in his hand. “That was mine.”
“Not any longer,” he said, taking a bite.
“What am I going to do to get my nut butter fix now?”
He wiped his fingers on a napkin and looked at her. “The real question you should be asking yourself is, ‘Do I need more nut butter?’”
“Yes,” she said, slapping the counter. “The answer is yes!”
Sighing, he rubbed a hand across his face. “Come with me to my office. I have apple slices and a cup of cashew butter in my lunchbox. You can have them both.”
She followed him out of the breakroom asking, “So, you’re luring me into your office with the promise of nut butter?”
He coughed, nearly stumbling over his own feet. “No, that’s not what I – no. Just, don’t ever say that again, okay? Please?”
“Just gimme my nut butter and no one gets hurt,” she chirped.
“You know what? My lunchbox is to the left of my desk. Go help yourself.”
She stopped. “Where are you going?”
“I’m taking myself to HR before anyone can report me,” he said, giving her a look.
She stifled a laugh. “I’m – I’m sorry?”
“No, you’re not,” he said, grinning. “Go get your fix. You owe me.”
“Right,” she said, winking. “I owe you some nut butter.”
He closed his eyes and laughed. “Go away before you really get me into trouble.”
He could hear her laughing all the way back to her desk.
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Date: 2022-04-26 08:47 pm (UTC)The answer is yes. :)
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Date: 2022-04-26 10:25 pm (UTC)