I know im in trouble but im gonna try do start writing again pinky promise!
Hope you like this one
Sabrina whistled to herself as she stood at the sink, sleeves rolled up and armed with an egg in one hand and a pin in the other. Biting her lip, brow furrowed in concentration she punctured a small hole at the narrower end of the egg, before turning to the other side and puncturing a bigger hole in the wider end.
Satisfied, she put the egg to her mouth and made a small opening with her lips, blowing air.
She carefully placed the egg over the glass bowl she had been working with, allowing the gooey liquid to spill into the bowl.
She was so focused, that she didn't notice the front footsteps on a mischievous fairy entering the kitchen.
Puck stood behind her, standing on his toes, grimacing at the sight of her blowing out raw egg.
"What the heck are you doing to that egg Grimm?" he asked, placing a hand on her back.
She let out a squeal, and the egg slipped out of her hand, flying into the sink, and ultimately.. Cracking.
"Puck look what you made me do "she yelled at him.
"...Sorry?"
She whirled around, smacking his chest with a surprising force. "Don't do that!"
"Do what?" he asked, confused.
"Don't-" She gestured with her hands. "Sneak up on me!" She pointed accusingly at him. "You made me break an egg."
He resisted the urge to laugh. "..Because that would mean the world has ended?" He stared at the various eggs around. "Why are you... Blowing eggs?" he gave her a smirk.
Sabrina just rolled her eyes.
"Its Easter I was getting them ready for everyone to dye then. Haven't you ever done that?" Puck shook his head. She wiped her hands on the apron she was wearing. "How could you live without ever doing that at least once?" She mockingly shook her head at him, as if she felt truly sorry.
"You make it sound like I need it to breathe, Sab," he said, following her around the bench.
"Help me empty these eggs out," she ordered, pushing a couple towards him. "everyone will be back soon and Granny told me to have them finished."
Puck gave her a look.
"Get to blowing," she commanded, and he looked up to see she had that playful grin on her face.
He leaned towards her, a smirk on his face. "Blow what?" He made a kissy face at her, laughing at her horrified look.
She picked up the newspaper and smacked him with it. "You're sick!" She grabbed a couple eggs, turning her back to him, but not before he saw a blush rise on her cheeks.
Could she- Nah.
"Here." She placed an egg up at his mouth, and thrusting a bowl into his stomach.
He grimaced. "Uh. No thanks. I only like putting eggs near my mouth when they're cooked and edible. And besides," he added. "Can't we just buy those eggs that are already dyed at the store? I'm sure they'll be prettier-"
"Robin Goodfellow, do you doubt my dying skills?"
"You seem to like my name today," he said cheekily.
She blinked at him blankly, and quickly turned her eyes into a glare.
"Sorry," he apologized.
"Help me and I'll make us cheese omelets."
"Did I say cooked and edible? I meant raw and stomach-ache inducing!"
She grinned.
"Atta boy." As she walked past him, she leaned up, her lips brushing against his ear. "Maybe I'll blow something for you later," came a seductive voice that DEFINITELY did not belong to. He squeaked, when her hips bumped into his, and whirled to face her incredulously.
She winked at him, a sly smile on her face.
He broke at least 5 eggs, after.
He grabbed a pair of googly eyes, and planted them on his coloured egg. "I'm making a king egg," he announced.
She scoffed, shaking her head. "And which King would you be modeling it after?" she said rolling her eyes.
Puck looked up and grinned, "the Trickster King of course."
Sabrina rolled her eyes.
"Is this dye permanent?" They had started painting, as everyone was late.
Sabrina shook her head. "No. Why?"
He dipped his fingers into the liquid and made to stroke his egg, but at the last second, whirled and swiped his fingers quickly across Sabrina's face.
"PUCK!"
"You look like you're wearing war paint," he chuckled.
Her eye twitched, and in a flash, she had used her paintbrush to fling some paint at him.
Laughter erupted around the kitchen as the uncompleted eggs lay forgotten and the two teenagers chased each other around, shouts of glee and empty threats ringing about.
"Gahh-" She let out a muffled shout as Puck pinned her against the kitchen counter, holding her waist firmly while one hand stained with colourful paint wiggled at her threateningly. "Pick!" she squealed, struggling. "Let me go! Truce! Idiot I said truce!"
He placed his hand on the other side of her, successfully pinning her down.
"What would you say if I said I didn't want to?"
A slow smile spread on her face.
"Well, I'd say, make something out of it."
"Like what?"
She responded, by grabbing the front of his shirt and placed her lips firmly pressed against his.
He staggered back a little, and Sabrina took control of the situation, backing him up against the counter instead.
He gladly moved his mouth against hers, elation among the many emotions he was currently experiencing.
He pulled back, and opened his eyes to see her staring back at him, lips pouting and cheeks flushed.
"Oh," he breathed. "Like that."
"Glad you caught on," she teased quietly, releasing his shirt, and smoothing out the crinkles.
"You know," he stated, leaning his head down to slowly kiss her jaw. "You did promise something about a cheese omelet."
She sighed, leaning back and indulging herself in the feel of his lips against her skin. "Sure. Sure," she mumbled dreamily.
"You also did say something about blowing something for me," he said, smiling cheekily against the corner of her mouth.
"Sure, sure," she repeated, the same dreamy tone in her voice.
He pulled, back a satisfied smirk on his face.
A pause, then-
"Oh my God! No! You sicko!" She smacked him. Hard.
"Ow! Sab, you never said anything about abuse!"
She shrugged, pulling him in for another kiss, the two eggs still laying there forgotten.
The moment their lips touched, however, the eggs wobbled a little at the same time, and simultaneously fell towards each other, leaning on each other for support.
"Happy Easter, Puck."
"Happy Easter, Sabrina."