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a/n: short and a tad cheesey, well more than a tad but what can ya do?!
E's not the Messiah! E's a very naughty boy!
The couple laughed out loud. Their meal had been successfully demolished and the plates sat empty on Don's coffee table.
"I think it's time for desert." Don announced.
"Desert aswell? Really Flack, I had know idea you were such a domestic goddess," Jess taunted.
"A-ha ha," Don replied sarcasticly as he left for the kitchen.
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"You have got to be kidding me!"
"What?" Flack replied defencively.
"Love Hearts? Love Hearts for desert?" Jess began laughing.
Don dumped an oversized bucket of hallmarked sugar next to Angell.
"It's all I have. Danny's idea of a great Christmas present."
"Well I suppose it is kind of, sweet."
Flack cocked an eyebrow. "Sweet? OK, whatever you want," he muttered, sitting back down on the sofa.
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"Oh look, isn't that nice: 'Blue Eyes'. It must be a sign Don."
"I think you're high on sugar and E numbers. Lemme see that box."
Jess reluctantly handed it to her co-worker, who scanned it quickly.
"Acid, acid, acid," he muttered. "Sodium Bicarbonate, four-six-eight E numbers, and of course, the main ingredient: sugar. Yep, you're high."
He grabbed a handfull from the box, looked at each one individually and started laughing.
"What now?" Jess asked.
"I got 'Slick Chick', 'Angel Face', 'You And Me', 'Dream On'. How ironic."
"I hope that's a premonition," she replied.
"Why's that Jess, did my cooking offend you that much?"
"No, it's just, if these give any sign of what's about to happen, you're in luck."
"What?"
Jess held two messages in front of Don's face: 'Kiss Me', 'Wild Thing'.
Don hadn't time to react before her lips met with his. His witty answer was forgotten as he responded in a much more appropriate way.