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tamingthemuseTitle: Food lovers
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: #342 - Foodist
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Agathe plunged her hand into the pastry. It was sticking to her fingers , enveloping her hands into a trapped.
Agathe plunged her hand into the pastry. It was sticking to her fingers , enveloping her hands into a trapped.
"Anna," she called out, turning her head to the kitchen door linking to the living room.
"Hummm," replied the other woman noncommittally.
"I need a little help over here."
"Huhum," answered Anna as a way of asking for more clarification.
"My hands are getting eaten by the pastry. I need more flour."
"Pour more flour then."
"I can't. My hands are trapped. Please," Agathe let her voice trail on this last word.
"Alright then. I'm coming," sighed Anna, putting her book down on the sofa.
As she entered the kitchen, her annoyance disappeared, replaced by an amused smile at the sight of Agathe standing above the table, her hand properly engulfed in the yellow pastry.
"I thought you were good at baking," commented Anna jokingly.
"I'll have you know that I am. It's only that I'm trying a new recipe and..."
"...it got out of hands," finished Anna.
"No exactly. As you can see it got too much in hands."
Anna laughed.
"Flour," reminded Agathe gently as she realised the other woman wasn't about to move.
The brunette walked to the other side of the table and picked up the flour packet to set Agathe's hands free.
---*---
Hours later the house was imbued with the sweet aroma of baking pastry. Anna was back on the sofa reading, while Agathe was starting to cook dinner. As Anna blinked, she kept her eyes closed, breathing deep to inhale the teasing smell of Agathe's experiments feel her.
"Are they ready yet?"
"No," came the slow reply of Agathe. "And anyway we have to have dinner first."
"Why don't you rest and not cook it. We can have a special pastry dinner tonight."
Agathe laughed. "Not possible. I've told you I was going to treat you with a special meal tonight. I will."
"You treat me every night. My previous dinners, if I had them, consisted of microwaved pre-cooked meals. Or take-aways," she added after a pause.
"That's because you didn't know how to love food. I'm here to teach you that."
"And succeeding but..."
"No but," contested Anna. "Loving food is a serious business and..." she jumped as Anna enlaced her from the back. She hadn't heard her walked into the kitchen.
"And you are better than food," finished Anna. She spinned the other woman round and kissed her. She could taste the sour taste of tomato sauce gently perfumed with basil on the other woman's mouth.
"You taste like food," she giggled as their lips parted.
"I do like food. A lot." Before Anna could reply she added. "But I like you better." She kissed her again.
As their lips parted once more Agathe said, "but I still have dinner to cook."
Anna laughed. "You and your food." Agathe only smiled and turned back to face the pans on the stove.
Anna rested her head on the other woman's shoulder, a smile on her face, and closed her eyes, letting all the different aromas envelop her and in that instant she loved food as much as Anna did.
Fandom: Original (Anna & Agathe)
Prompt: #342 - Foodist
Warnings: None.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: All is mine.
Beta: None, so any mistakes you see are mine.
Summary: Agathe plunged her hand into the pastry. It was sticking to her fingers , enveloping her hands into a trapped.
Agathe plunged her hand into the pastry. It was sticking to her fingers , enveloping her hands into a trapped.
"Anna," she called out, turning her head to the kitchen door linking to the living room.
"Hummm," replied the other woman noncommittally.
"I need a little help over here."
"Huhum," answered Anna as a way of asking for more clarification.
"My hands are getting eaten by the pastry. I need more flour."
"Pour more flour then."
"I can't. My hands are trapped. Please," Agathe let her voice trail on this last word.
"Alright then. I'm coming," sighed Anna, putting her book down on the sofa.
As she entered the kitchen, her annoyance disappeared, replaced by an amused smile at the sight of Agathe standing above the table, her hand properly engulfed in the yellow pastry.
"I thought you were good at baking," commented Anna jokingly.
"I'll have you know that I am. It's only that I'm trying a new recipe and..."
"...it got out of hands," finished Anna.
"No exactly. As you can see it got too much in hands."
Anna laughed.
"Flour," reminded Agathe gently as she realised the other woman wasn't about to move.
The brunette walked to the other side of the table and picked up the flour packet to set Agathe's hands free.
---*---
Hours later the house was imbued with the sweet aroma of baking pastry. Anna was back on the sofa reading, while Agathe was starting to cook dinner. As Anna blinked, she kept her eyes closed, breathing deep to inhale the teasing smell of Agathe's experiments feel her.
"Are they ready yet?"
"No," came the slow reply of Agathe. "And anyway we have to have dinner first."
"Why don't you rest and not cook it. We can have a special pastry dinner tonight."
Agathe laughed. "Not possible. I've told you I was going to treat you with a special meal tonight. I will."
"You treat me every night. My previous dinners, if I had them, consisted of microwaved pre-cooked meals. Or take-aways," she added after a pause.
"That's because you didn't know how to love food. I'm here to teach you that."
"And succeeding but..."
"No but," contested Anna. "Loving food is a serious business and..." she jumped as Anna enlaced her from the back. She hadn't heard her walked into the kitchen.
"And you are better than food," finished Anna. She spinned the other woman round and kissed her. She could taste the sour taste of tomato sauce gently perfumed with basil on the other woman's mouth.
"You taste like food," she giggled as their lips parted.
"I do like food. A lot." Before Anna could reply she added. "But I like you better." She kissed her again.
As their lips parted once more Agathe said, "but I still have dinner to cook."
Anna laughed. "You and your food." Agathe only smiled and turned back to face the pans on the stove.
Anna rested her head on the other woman's shoulder, a smile on her face, and closed her eyes, letting all the different aromas envelop her and in that instant she loved food as much as Anna did.
