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slashthedrabble2005-01-20 10:31 pm
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wes/lindsey ficlet
This is a 300 word scent ficlet.
What's cooking?
I came into the apartment and looked around. Something felt wrong, out of place, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. A loud crash came from the direction of the kitchen followed by swearing in that sexy Oklahoma drawl I’d grown to enjoy so much.
That’s when I smelled it. Something had caught fire yet again. Shaking my head, I slowly made my way to kitchen and leaned on the wall, amazed by the mess inside. Lindsey seemed to be covered from head to toe in flour, there were pots and pans everywhere, and smoke was still coming out of a pan on the top of the stove.
Walking in, I peered closer at the blackened mess. It could have been a cake of some sort. “Love, I thought we agreed you weren’t going to try and cook any more. Not after what happened last time.” I still couldn’t understand how he’d managed to melt a teapot. Not to mention the tea inside had turned purple. Then there was the incident with the cookies that resembled tiny bricks.
He turned around, noticing me for the first time. “I tried to make a pineapple upside-down cake, except something went wrong. There were flames, and I read somewhere that flour works on fire, except that caught on fire too.” Lindsey wiped at some of the flour on his face, and managed to spread it even further, coating a cheekbone.
Trying my best not to laugh, I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist. “At least you didn’t burn the place down. The cake however, should probably be pitched.” Or possibly buried, followed by a coating of salt to prevent it from coming back again.
“Wes, can we get a pizza?”
“After this mess is cleaned up.”
What's cooking?
I came into the apartment and looked around. Something felt wrong, out of place, but I just couldn’t put my finger on it. A loud crash came from the direction of the kitchen followed by swearing in that sexy Oklahoma drawl I’d grown to enjoy so much.
That’s when I smelled it. Something had caught fire yet again. Shaking my head, I slowly made my way to kitchen and leaned on the wall, amazed by the mess inside. Lindsey seemed to be covered from head to toe in flour, there were pots and pans everywhere, and smoke was still coming out of a pan on the top of the stove.
Walking in, I peered closer at the blackened mess. It could have been a cake of some sort. “Love, I thought we agreed you weren’t going to try and cook any more. Not after what happened last time.” I still couldn’t understand how he’d managed to melt a teapot. Not to mention the tea inside had turned purple. Then there was the incident with the cookies that resembled tiny bricks.
He turned around, noticing me for the first time. “I tried to make a pineapple upside-down cake, except something went wrong. There were flames, and I read somewhere that flour works on fire, except that caught on fire too.” Lindsey wiped at some of the flour on his face, and managed to spread it even further, coating a cheekbone.
Trying my best not to laugh, I walked over to him and put my arms around his waist. “At least you didn’t burn the place down. The cake however, should probably be pitched.” Or possibly buried, followed by a coating of salt to prevent it from coming back again.
“Wes, can we get a pizza?”
“After this mess is cleaned up.”
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Oh god, that's hilarious. What a cute pairing!
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Heh - that'd my recipe he's using then :o)
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Or possibly buried, followed by a coating of salt to prevent it from coming back again.
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