“Yes, pudding.” Two spoons are conjured up, one handed to his husband and the other for himself. “Dig in, love.”
He steals a kiss before he scoops some pudding onto that spoon and into his mouth. “Mmm. You’re the best.”
”It’s true. Cutie. Now —- pudding.”
[ screech! ]
“But you look extra-cute with that bit of pudding on your nose.”
[ said puddings are conjured up with a little flourish of his hand ]
[ dips finger in puddings and pokes Uni’s nose with it ]
has anybody read white space by ilsa j. bick ?? if you have, don’t spoil it for me, i’m reading it but holy shit does it get creepy sometimes. it’s a really fucking good book tho, and i sort of want to make rima.
Wanna conjure up some good pudding for us?
Can’t have that, now can we?
Nooo. Spoiled pudding is no good…
because I can’t share spoiled pudding with my husband.