Drabble: Mess (Brenda/Sharon)
For the prompt 'Milkshake', from AuthorJazmyne
Mess
Brenda walked hurriedly through the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards and drawers, seeking out two, or maybe a dozen, tea-towels. Sharon would be home any minute now, and she couldn’t bear the thought that she would come home to the mess that she’d created.
She found the towels nestled under the kitchen sink and hurried over to her mess. That was her second mistake of the day. Brenda’s feet slid along the liquid on the floor and she found herself thwarted by gravity, her ass perched firmly in the middle of the puddle.
A key turned in the lock and Brenda cursed inwardly at the ill-timing of it all. All she wanted to do was present Sharon with a nice cold milkshake when she got home from work, to help alleviate the heat wave.
When Sharon entered the house, she let out the most undignified snort Brenda had ever heard from her. “Bren, uhm, what,” she laughed, bringing her hand to cover her mouth for a second, and then continued, “what are you doing on the floor?”
Brenda huffed, bringing her bottom lip out far beyond the top to pout.
“I was try’na make you a milkshake, seein’ as it’s so hot an’ all. But, it kind of exploded on me.”
Sharon’s head shook in amusement, and she tried desperately not to laugh. Walking carefully through the mess, she offered a hand to Brenda, pulling her back up on to her feet. She brought the blonde in to her embrace.
“Aw, honey. That was really sweet of you. Maybe next time, you might want to try using the lid?”
Brenda pouted again, still mortified, although more content now she was in Sharon’s arms.
This was why she liked to stay out of the kitchen.
Mess
Brenda walked hurriedly through the kitchen, rummaging through cupboards and drawers, seeking out two, or maybe a dozen, tea-towels. Sharon would be home any minute now, and she couldn’t bear the thought that she would come home to the mess that she’d created.
She found the towels nestled under the kitchen sink and hurried over to her mess. That was her second mistake of the day. Brenda’s feet slid along the liquid on the floor and she found herself thwarted by gravity, her ass perched firmly in the middle of the puddle.
A key turned in the lock and Brenda cursed inwardly at the ill-timing of it all. All she wanted to do was present Sharon with a nice cold milkshake when she got home from work, to help alleviate the heat wave.
When Sharon entered the house, she let out the most undignified snort Brenda had ever heard from her. “Bren, uhm, what,” she laughed, bringing her hand to cover her mouth for a second, and then continued, “what are you doing on the floor?”
Brenda huffed, bringing her bottom lip out far beyond the top to pout.
“I was try’na make you a milkshake, seein’ as it’s so hot an’ all. But, it kind of exploded on me.”
Sharon’s head shook in amusement, and she tried desperately not to laugh. Walking carefully through the mess, she offered a hand to Brenda, pulling her back up on to her feet. She brought the blonde in to her embrace.
“Aw, honey. That was really sweet of you. Maybe next time, you might want to try using the lid?”
Brenda pouted again, still mortified, although more content now she was in Sharon’s arms.
This was why she liked to stay out of the kitchen.