Amanda's Reese Affair.
Author: Kristine
Whilst discussing a funny, similar veined story on FFnet, I was dared to try and write a similar story, with any of the SMK cast. I choose Amanda and ten minutes later, behold! A story. I hope you all enjoy.
Thanks: To all those who dared me to do it, to Lush and Taya for not ignoring my crazed IM's and for Miriam, who tided it all up and wrapped the bow around it, as per usual.
Rating: G
Timeline: ? I would say probably after marriage.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Scarecrow And Mrs King" or any of the characters mention within anymore than I own Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. If any of us did, would we ever leave our homes again? LOL
Question: How would Amanda King eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup?
Answer: Neatly.
In the cozy room, daylight breaks through
the cheerful blue curtains. (As you can see, they match the rug).
Resplendent in its orange and brown casing, a single peanut butter
cup sits upon the wooden chopping block on the kitchen counter. Dominant, king of
its domain. The door swings open soundlessly on well-oiled hinges, and Amanda King
bustles into the room. She is wearing jeans, faded and comfortable.
Her Georgetown sweatshirt hangs off her willowy
frame, barely concealing the dusting rag you know is tucked into her
waistband.
She spies the candy and frowns. Her warm brown eyes rapidly
scan the room, searching for something or someone she senses
should be there. Her gaze is drawn back to the temptingly
treat. You know she wants it. Very slowly, she turns the wooden block. With great care, she wipes away a tiny crumb that mars the rough surface.
One eyebrow rises as she unfolds the shiny paper from the object of her concentration. Stopping only to dispose of the outer layer in a well-placed and easy to
reach rubbish receptacle. With the edge of a fingernail, she peels
back the final barrier, exposing the side ridges of the chocolate to the warm morning
air, stopping periodically to ensure the wrapper comes away cleanly, without disturbing the luscious centre.
She cocks her head, apparently admiring how the sun's
rays highlight the contrast between the light oak wood of the chopping block and the darker cocoa confection that crowns it. She sighs,
leans over the surface, and sniffs. Involuntarily, you sniff, too, savoring the heady aroma of chocolate and peanuts.
Carefully, deliberately, Amanda picks up the delectable creaminess.
Fingers placed at a strategic angle to ensure maximum movement
while still deploying optimal hygiene.
She draws the goodness to her lips. Silently she nips away small bites and lets
the sugary candy dissolve in her mouth. Standing straight to avoid spillage.
A smile hovers at the edges of her mouth. Her tongue sweeps from
behind faintly opened lips, capturing the last sweet vestige, leaving her lips glistening. You wonder why no one has marketed a chocolate and peanut flavored lipstick.
Abruptly, she moves away from the immaculate, now bereft board.
Slowly, thoroughly, she turns her hands under cool
water. The faucet sounds loud in the quiet room. Briskly, she
dries her hands on the hand towel, folds it neatly again, and heads
for the door. Pausing only to adjust the chopping block slightly
from its previous position.
Alternative ending
Amanda reaches for the delectable candy, no longer able to resist
its potent aroma. She pauses, eyes closed, smiling sinfully as she imagines how
good the smooth chocolate will feel as it slides down her throat,
leaving that little hint of peanut in its wake . . .
Lee grasps the door frame. He'd stared and
desired the prize for far too long already. He is a man of action, and his
body demands that he go for it.
She reaches for the chocolaty goodness, unable to deny herself
any longer. Her hand touches the rough wooden surface,
only to find . . .
Rudely jolted back to reality, she opens her eyes just in time to
see Lee pop the last piece of the Reese's package into his mouth.
"What?" he mumbles.
Author: Kristine
Whilst discussing a funny, similar veined story on FFnet, I was dared to try and write a similar story, with any of the SMK cast. I choose Amanda and ten minutes later, behold! A story. I hope you all enjoy.
Thanks: To all those who dared me to do it, to Lush and Taya for not ignoring my crazed IM's and for Miriam, who tided it all up and wrapped the bow around it, as per usual.
Rating: G
Timeline: ? I would say probably after marriage.
Disclaimer: I don't own "Scarecrow And Mrs King" or any of the characters mention within anymore than I own Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. If any of us did, would we ever leave our homes again? LOL
Question: How would Amanda King eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup?
Answer: Neatly.
In the cozy room, daylight breaks through
the cheerful blue curtains. (As you can see, they match the rug).
Resplendent in its orange and brown casing, a single peanut butter
cup sits upon the wooden chopping block on the kitchen counter. Dominant, king of
its domain. The door swings open soundlessly on well-oiled hinges, and Amanda King
bustles into the room. She is wearing jeans, faded and comfortable.
Her Georgetown sweatshirt hangs off her willowy
frame, barely concealing the dusting rag you know is tucked into her
waistband.
She spies the candy and frowns. Her warm brown eyes rapidly
scan the room, searching for something or someone she senses
should be there. Her gaze is drawn back to the temptingly
treat. You know she wants it. Very slowly, she turns the wooden block. With great care, she wipes away a tiny crumb that mars the rough surface.
One eyebrow rises as she unfolds the shiny paper from the object of her concentration. Stopping only to dispose of the outer layer in a well-placed and easy to
reach rubbish receptacle. With the edge of a fingernail, she peels
back the final barrier, exposing the side ridges of the chocolate to the warm morning
air, stopping periodically to ensure the wrapper comes away cleanly, without disturbing the luscious centre.
She cocks her head, apparently admiring how the sun's
rays highlight the contrast between the light oak wood of the chopping block and the darker cocoa confection that crowns it. She sighs,
leans over the surface, and sniffs. Involuntarily, you sniff, too, savoring the heady aroma of chocolate and peanuts.
Carefully, deliberately, Amanda picks up the delectable creaminess.
Fingers placed at a strategic angle to ensure maximum movement
while still deploying optimal hygiene.
She draws the goodness to her lips. Silently she nips away small bites and lets
the sugary candy dissolve in her mouth. Standing straight to avoid spillage.
A smile hovers at the edges of her mouth. Her tongue sweeps from
behind faintly opened lips, capturing the last sweet vestige, leaving her lips glistening. You wonder why no one has marketed a chocolate and peanut flavored lipstick.
Abruptly, she moves away from the immaculate, now bereft board.
Slowly, thoroughly, she turns her hands under cool
water. The faucet sounds loud in the quiet room. Briskly, she
dries her hands on the hand towel, folds it neatly again, and heads
for the door. Pausing only to adjust the chopping block slightly
from its previous position.
Alternative ending
Amanda reaches for the delectable candy, no longer able to resist
its potent aroma. She pauses, eyes closed, smiling sinfully as she imagines how
good the smooth chocolate will feel as it slides down her throat,
leaving that little hint of peanut in its wake . . .
Lee grasps the door frame. He'd stared and
desired the prize for far too long already. He is a man of action, and his
body demands that he go for it.
She reaches for the chocolaty goodness, unable to deny herself
any longer. Her hand touches the rough wooden surface,
only to find . . .
Rudely jolted back to reality, she opens her eyes just in time to
see Lee pop the last piece of the Reese's package into his mouth.
"What?" he mumbles.