chcolate with caramel and malt
Story: Timeless { backstory | index }
Title: Sumptuous
Rating: G
Challenge: Chocolate #9: appreciation
Toppings/Extras: caramel, malt
Wordcount: 349
Summary: Adele and Isaac Prowse prepare for an evening out together.
Notes: Here you go-have some actually fluffy fluff of the most annoying couple ever! Trick-or-treat malt song-prompt from mari_mac: The Way I Am by Ingrid Michaelson.
Because Adele didn’t get the chance-or feel the need-to dress up often, when it was time to do so she took it seriously. Although there wasn’t a lot in life that she didn’t take seriously. Peering into the mirror, tip of her tongue resting against the front of her teeth, she blinked slowly as she applied mascara to her doe-brown lashes.
“Are you going to be finished sometime this decade, Ada?” her husband said from the other side of the room, hands in his pockets, watching her put the brush away and gaze at her reflection critically.
“I have to make a good first impression,” she replied. “I’m an ambassador now. Remember?”
“How could I forget?” Isaac asked, tilting his head to one side. “It’s not a brilliant first impression to be late, you know.”
“It’s a fantastic first impression,” Adele said, idly picking up a silver necklace and holding it against the rich dark damson colour of her dress, studying it closely. “You have no sense of style, sweetheart. It’s your fatal flaw.”
“No patience, either,” he said. Walking quickly up behind her, he scooped his arms around her waist and picked her up, bracing a foot against the edge of their bed and sitting her on his thigh. “Oof! Good grief, woman, you need to lose some weight.”
“Isaac!”
“I’m joking,” he said, cupping a hand over her pregnant belly. “You look wonderful. Even better than before. You look sumptuous and sparkling and gorgeous and delicious and lovely.” He kissed her loudly in her ear. “Can we go now?”
“If you’ll put me down,” Adele sighed, fighting a prideful smile. It simply wouldn’t do to seem too pleased.
“Gladly,” he said, and gently let her slip to the floor. Adele smoothed the dress out around her hips and then turned back to the mirror, hand moving over her baby bump momentarily. Isaac smiled and held out his hand. “Ready to scare some city high-life?”
Adele couldn’t help it then. Her lips curved ever so slightly upwards.
“Always,” she replied, and took his hand with pleasure.