Pickles
by Elizabeth, Trickster Priestess
-=LEMON warning!=-
Lina, Gourry, and Amelia were in a feeding frenzy and
Zelgadiss was sipping a hot beverage. Basically, it was an
average dinner.
At least, that was what Zel had thought, until Lina suddenly
slowed her pace. He looked at her curiously as she spotted
a large glass jar and grabbed it, just as Gourry was reaching
for it.
"These are MINE!" Lina informed the swordsman with a look that
says "try to take it and I'll feed you your spleen."
Gourry blinked, then chose something else and continued
devouring his dinner.
"What is that?" Zel asked her before she could go back into
eating mode.
"Pickles!" Lina replied gleefully. "I *love* pickles!"
'What so special about cucumbers soaked in brine?' Zel wanted
to ask, but didn't. He had no desire to be fed any of his
internal organs.
The jar was large by normal standards, but by Lina standards
it was nothing. Zel estimated it would take approximately
twenty seconds for Lina to finish off the entire jarful.
Having finished his coffee, Zel turned to watch Lina eat in
order to pass the time. He was more than a little startled
when he saw Lina simply contemplating a rather large pickle
she held in her bare hand.
Lina noticed Zel staring and asked, "What?"
"I'm just surprised that you're not eating, since you say
you love those things so much."
Lina sniffed. "You can't just /eat/ a pickle, Zel. There's
a certain way you go about it."
"Oh?" Zel's lips quirked with amusement. "And what is this
'certain way'?"
"Just watch; I'll show you."
~This should be amusing.~ "All right."
Lina grinned and turned her attention back to the pickle in
her hand.
"First," Lina said, still looking at the pickle, "you have to
lick all the extra brine off."
Lina proceeded to lick the pickle, her small pink tongue a
stark contrast to the green.
Zel swallowed hard. ~Amusing is not the word for this,~
he thought. He glanced over at the other occupants
of the table; they were still engrossed in their food.
"There." Lina licked her lips, "Next, you take a small bite
off the top--" Lina did just that "--and you suck out the
juice."
Zel stiffened as Lina happily drained the pickle. Despite
the noise Gourry and Amelia were making, he could still hear
the soft sucking noises Lina made, the occasional "yum" or
"mmm." He tried very very hard not to picture her doing
that same thing, though not with a pickle, and failed
miserably.
Lina pulled the now slightly limp pickle from her mouth.
"Then--"
Zel stood suddenly. "I have to go. Now," he said quickly, then
dashed off. Lina watched him go with confusion, as did the
swordsman and the princess when they noticed Zel retreating
towards his room.
"What got into him?" Lina wondered aloud. She looked at her
companions, who merely shrugged and returned to their meals.
After a moment, Lina shrugged also, and went back to her pickles.
-end-
by Elizabeth, Trickster Priestess
-=LEMON warning!=-
Lina, Gourry, and Amelia were in a feeding frenzy and
Zelgadiss was sipping a hot beverage. Basically, it was an
average dinner.
At least, that was what Zel had thought, until Lina suddenly
slowed her pace. He looked at her curiously as she spotted
a large glass jar and grabbed it, just as Gourry was reaching
for it.
"These are MINE!" Lina informed the swordsman with a look that
says "try to take it and I'll feed you your spleen."
Gourry blinked, then chose something else and continued
devouring his dinner.
"What is that?" Zel asked her before she could go back into
eating mode.
"Pickles!" Lina replied gleefully. "I *love* pickles!"
'What so special about cucumbers soaked in brine?' Zel wanted
to ask, but didn't. He had no desire to be fed any of his
internal organs.
The jar was large by normal standards, but by Lina standards
it was nothing. Zel estimated it would take approximately
twenty seconds for Lina to finish off the entire jarful.
Having finished his coffee, Zel turned to watch Lina eat in
order to pass the time. He was more than a little startled
when he saw Lina simply contemplating a rather large pickle
she held in her bare hand.
Lina noticed Zel staring and asked, "What?"
"I'm just surprised that you're not eating, since you say
you love those things so much."
Lina sniffed. "You can't just /eat/ a pickle, Zel. There's
a certain way you go about it."
"Oh?" Zel's lips quirked with amusement. "And what is this
'certain way'?"
"Just watch; I'll show you."
~This should be amusing.~ "All right."
Lina grinned and turned her attention back to the pickle in
her hand.
"First," Lina said, still looking at the pickle, "you have to
lick all the extra brine off."
Lina proceeded to lick the pickle, her small pink tongue a
stark contrast to the green.
Zel swallowed hard. ~Amusing is not the word for this,~
he thought. He glanced over at the other occupants
of the table; they were still engrossed in their food.
"There." Lina licked her lips, "Next, you take a small bite
off the top--" Lina did just that "--and you suck out the
juice."
Zel stiffened as Lina happily drained the pickle. Despite
the noise Gourry and Amelia were making, he could still hear
the soft sucking noises Lina made, the occasional "yum" or
"mmm." He tried very very hard not to picture her doing
that same thing, though not with a pickle, and failed
miserably.
Lina pulled the now slightly limp pickle from her mouth.
"Then--"
Zel stood suddenly. "I have to go. Now," he said quickly, then
dashed off. Lina watched him go with confusion, as did the
swordsman and the princess when they noticed Zel retreating
towards his room.
"What got into him?" Lina wondered aloud. She looked at her
companions, who merely shrugged and returned to their meals.
After a moment, Lina shrugged also, and went back to her pickles.
-end-