Deborah sauntered into her kitchen and pulled open the fridge to find no Hershey Bar. "Strange I thought I had one", she tried to recall from memory and, yes, she did have one. She bought it yesterday in the store after work and put it way in the back in case Eric...Eric. Deborah turned her head to look in the direction of her bedroom door.

"Hey Eric?"

"Yeah?"

"Come in the kitchen please. I need to ask you something."

From the kitchen Deborah could hear her partner's feet softly run across their bedroom floor. The door bursts open, giving Deborah a good look of her boyfriend's familiar green hoodie and blue jeans. Eric tilted his head to the side like a confused puppy as his partner just stood there watching and didn't make any sound or movement.

"What's up babe?"

Deborah scanned Eric like a hawk, her dark eyes burrowing deep into Eric' soul. A cocky smile crept onto Deborah as her boyfriend's nervous stance wobbled a little. The taller girl walked forth and grabbed hold of the shorter male's arms, releasing a surprise yelp.

"D-Deb-HMPH!"

His mouth was sealed by her partner's thin lips and playful tongue before he could say a full word. A full minute of lip sucking and tonsil poking ensured before Deborah pulled back to take a breather and marvel at her kissing partner's reaction of shock and confusion. But the soon smile evaporated and turned into a blank matched with crossed arms and Eric knew then he was in trouble. He fidgeted with the ends of his jumper, keeping his gaze down at the laminated flooring of the kitchen.

"Care to explain to me where my Hershey Bar is and why your mouth tastes like a chocolate factory?" Deborah asked in her usual stern monotone voice.

The accused stood there with a big 'o' face as the guilt sunk in. He started looking anywhere but forward as the woman in front of her increasingly got impatient. Suddenly he clicked his fingers as if a light bulb appeared above his head.

"Give me a sec! I'll be right back!"

After Deborah gave a single nod he turned and ran straight into the bedroom and then straight back out again with something behind his back. Then, out of nowhere, Eric dropped to his knees, lowered his face and raised a big 12-pack box of Hershey Bars above his head as if he were offering a tribute to a higher being.

"Oh great goddess Deborah, I send thee a thousand apologies for I, Eric LaChappa, have failed in the task of trust by consuming your delicious snack behind your very back!" he proclaimed as if she were in a medieval play. "And I'm ashamed to say that I didn't have the courage to tell you until now!" he raised the box further. "I hope this tribute makes up for my sin of Gluttony, oh so sexy one."

Deborah stood in silence as she took in the effortless one-man act of apology with an arched eyebrow. Eventually a smile appeared. She could never be mad at her dorky boyfriend for being who he is. How could she? This is why she loved him and who she wanted to spend the rest of her life with and his faults, however small or big, is what makes Eric LaChappa unique.

"I accept your apology, young mortal," Deborah played along "but on two conditions."

She knelt near her bowing spouse and cupped her hand across his chin. Deborah leaned forward and gave small peck on his cheek. As planned Eric' eyelids opened revealing his droopy, almost leering, chestnut brown eyes.

"That I share them with you."

Those same eyes seemed to be on the verge of tears. In an instinct his arms whipped around his girlfriend's waist as if she were a life boat in the middle of the ocean.

"I accept! Oh please, oh please can we have one now?!"

"And secondly..." with the return of the serious tone Eric stopped his prattling.

"That I keep them in this fridge here, and if they ever disappear this time your on the couch for a month, got it?"

"Y-Yes."

"Good noy." Deborah patted her boyfriend's head as if he were a dog. She took hold of the box and handed one to Eric. "You can have one just now for being a considerate boyfriend. For once."

Eric gleefully devoured the bar as if it were his last meal. Deborah just rolled her eyes and the two returned to a normal, co-inhabitable existence. Until a week later when Eric did end up sleeping on the couch for a month.

Welcome ladies and gents to the first one-shot of the year, featuring some classic ErBorah and Eric's love for chocolate.

By the way, big news, I've decided to post at least one of these prompts every Wednesday, and following the one-shot, I will give some details regarding certain fanfics starting now!

The first thing to note for wrestling fans is that, yes, Enzo Amore will in fact be in 205 Live on facebook, regardless of the fact that he's a piece of shit.

Second, Hell that Walks: Season 3, will be put on the backburner so I can focus on other projects.

And finally, the biggest news of all...

A SEQUEL TO JASON'S RAMPAGE HAS BEEN CONFIRMED!

Details will follow next week, along with counselor confirmations.

Anyways, bye!