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Title: Jammy Dodgers Are Not the Only Fruit
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kat_lair/ Mistress Kat
Fandom: fucking Great British Bake Off seriously *hides head in hands*
Pairing: implied Mel/Sue
Rating: idek, PG?
Word count: 379
Disclaimer: This is not a real story about real people. This is a fictional story about fictional representations of real people.
Summary: “Have a biccy.”
Author notes: I blamepushkin666. For everything, basically.
The thing is, in their line of work they eat a lot of biscuits. And not just during the filming of Bake Off, oh no, all the time. Because the fact of the matter is, British entertainment industry runs largely on biscuits, tea and more biscuits. Also the bent for making suggestive jokes about spanking (get it? bent), but that’s more of an innate ability than something externally provided.
Well, there was the 60s...
But the biscuits. There are a lot of them, although as a rule the biscuits eaten during Bake Off tend to be superior. And yet, amidst that cornucopia of shortbreads and macaroons and chocolate fingers, Sue still manages to get excited over the bog standard supermarket brand jammy dodgers.
Obscenely excited.
“You’re disgusting,” Mel says, although really, she’s kind of thinking the exact opposite. It doesn’t do to encourage Sue though. That’s how ‘Tequila and Cupcakes’ nights happen.
“Au contraire,” Sue says, in a horrendous French accent, “I am distinctive, disorganised and...” She picks up another biscuit, twists it apart and sticks her tongue right into the red, sticky dot of jam. Mel looks at the script in her hands and pretends to read. “...totally disco!” Sue finishes.
“That doesn’t even fit the...” Mel flaps the papers illustratively, “...the grammatical theme.”
Sue snorts, crunching on the biscuits, crumbs flying this way and that. “Aww, don’t be so disgruntled,” she says, lifting her feet to Mel’s lap, the green Converse digging into her kneecaps in a way that’s both familiar and slightly painful.
“I’m not,” Mel says, even though she is, a little. Just not for the reasons she cares to consider at any length.
Sue looks at her over the rim of her glasses, mouth pursed thoughtfully. “Here,” she finally says, “Have a biccy.” She offers her a jammy dodger, holding it in her fingers and not on a plate like a normal person.
Which is to be expected really, Mel thinks. The two of them moved past plates and manners a long time ago and arguably neither of them was ever normal. “Alright then,” she says, accepting the treat. The biscuit is kind of squishy, softened by the warmth of Sue’s fingers, but Mel eats it anyway.
It tastes sweet, like sugar and friendship.
***
Title: Jammy Dodgers Are Not the Only Fruit
Author:
kat_lair/ Mistress KatFandom: fucking Great British Bake Off seriously *hides head in hands*
Pairing: implied Mel/Sue
Rating: idek, PG?
Word count: 379
Disclaimer: This is not a real story about real people. This is a fictional story about fictional representations of real people.
Summary: “Have a biccy.”
Author notes: I blame
pushkin666. For everything, basically.The thing is, in their line of work they eat a lot of biscuits. And not just during the filming of Bake Off, oh no, all the time. Because the fact of the matter is, British entertainment industry runs largely on biscuits, tea and more biscuits. Also the bent for making suggestive jokes about spanking (get it? bent), but that’s more of an innate ability than something externally provided.
Well, there was the 60s...
But the biscuits. There are a lot of them, although as a rule the biscuits eaten during Bake Off tend to be superior. And yet, amidst that cornucopia of shortbreads and macaroons and chocolate fingers, Sue still manages to get excited over the bog standard supermarket brand jammy dodgers.
Obscenely excited.
“You’re disgusting,” Mel says, although really, she’s kind of thinking the exact opposite. It doesn’t do to encourage Sue though. That’s how ‘Tequila and Cupcakes’ nights happen.
“Au contraire,” Sue says, in a horrendous French accent, “I am distinctive, disorganised and...” She picks up another biscuit, twists it apart and sticks her tongue right into the red, sticky dot of jam. Mel looks at the script in her hands and pretends to read. “...totally disco!” Sue finishes.
“That doesn’t even fit the...” Mel flaps the papers illustratively, “...the grammatical theme.”
Sue snorts, crunching on the biscuits, crumbs flying this way and that. “Aww, don’t be so disgruntled,” she says, lifting her feet to Mel’s lap, the green Converse digging into her kneecaps in a way that’s both familiar and slightly painful.
“I’m not,” Mel says, even though she is, a little. Just not for the reasons she cares to consider at any length.
Sue looks at her over the rim of her glasses, mouth pursed thoughtfully. “Here,” she finally says, “Have a biccy.” She offers her a jammy dodger, holding it in her fingers and not on a plate like a normal person.
Which is to be expected really, Mel thinks. The two of them moved past plates and manners a long time ago and arguably neither of them was ever normal. “Alright then,” she says, accepting the treat. The biscuit is kind of squishy, softened by the warmth of Sue’s fingers, but Mel eats it anyway.
It tastes sweet, like sugar and friendship.
***
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on 2013-09-21 08:46 pm (UTC)But but but ... now I need to know about Tequila and Cupcakes night - I really do :)
Also your icon - hearts it.
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on 2013-09-21 09:08 pm (UTC)I think they have Tequila and cupcake nights every now and them that involve both of those things, lots of giggling, and the two of them falling asleep in the same bed.
The icon is awesome because it's true.
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on 2013-09-21 09:42 pm (UTC)It seemed to be in your system more than mine babe - so I enabled you to get it out.
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