Potato Chips
He got up from the sofa, abruptly.
"What's wrong? Something I said?" she questioned, turning around on her sofa seat, to peer over the top.
He shook his quills, dismissing the question silently.
"Shadow, what is it?"
"I'm just getting some chips, alright?"
"So suddenly? Honey, you never liked chips before…and, they are mine. I could say you aren't allowed to have any."
He didn't turn, but asked," Would you really prohibit me from getting a bag of chips?"
"I could."
He made his way to the cabinets. She smirked at him, mischievously.
She stood up and walked into the kitchen, her bare feet patted against the wooden floors rhythmically.
He turned, with the bag in his hand, and was surprised to see her standing there, inches away from him.
"Man, you move quickly."
"I sure do," Rouge giggled, in yet a mature kind of way. He never knew how she could giggle in such a woman-like way.
He reached into the bag.
"Ah, ah, ah!" she interrupted, finger wagging teasingly. "I never told you that you could!"
"So?"
"You're in my house, dearie."
"So?" He indifferently brought a potato chip to his mouth. He didn't open it, yet.
"So, you listen to me or get kicked out, babe."
"I'm fine getting kicked out." He opened the lips.
"No, you're not."
She stealthed forward, and hinted at stopping him. He smirked, putting the edible back in its respective place.
"Fine. What do I have to do to get your permission?"
"Hmm…how about you tell me what's bothering you?"
"I'd rather not."
She shrugged. "No food for you then, darlin'."
"Rouge, this game isn't going to work." Even though she knew for certain it would.
"Oh. Are you sure?"
"Yes."
She slinked forward, and took the prize from him. She took a bite of the contents, looking very satisfied with herself, indeed.
"We just swapped places so easily, did you notice, dear?"
"Rouge, are you trying to make me fight with you, over a bag of chips?"
"No. 'Course not, dear." She questioned how truthful that statement was.
"I'm not actually hungry."
She laughed. "Oh, why did you come to get it, then?"
He was dumbfounded, if only for a moment. "I was getting it for you."
"Ha! As if…"
He sighed in defeat. "Fine…"
She stopped playing, and listened earnestly. "Ok, what is it, Shadow dear?"
His ears flattened, in a rather adorable kind of way. To her, his awkward moments were the cutest.
"You make me," his eyes darted quickly from her to the floor," …feel uncomfortable."
"Why is that?"
"I… don't know."
She fluttered her eyes. "I'm honored."
"You should be… Can I have the chips back now?"
"Sure." She purposely took a chip and put it between her teeth, holding it there in wait.
He groaned. "See, this is what I mean. "
"I'm still waiting…" It was a bit muffled.
He shook his head. Wondered if he should humor her. She stepped forward, nearly standing on his feet, and shut her eyes, patiently.
Without word, he leaned in, and took it with his own mouth. He didn't touch her lips, and he didn't plan to.
She did. They kissed.
He backed up, smirked at the entire thing, and went back to the sofa.
A/N: Shadouge- I can't get enough of it. Similar to the way people can't get enough of potato chips.
