A/N: Hello, friends! While I was supposed to be writing other things, I was seized with the inspiration to write more of the exact sort of thing that I love in this series: shameless flirting and innuendo that targets our Good Christian Boy and our Little Gay Lamb. So I'm writing fluffy 500ish word scenes of just that.
Let's make them pink, flustered, and very, very uncomfortable.
Please comment or message me with prompts and ideas. I'd love to hear them.
Nina & Matthias
Finally, a moment of respite from days of shooting or being shot at. It wasn't truly a "break" per se, since Kaz insisted on working since that afternoon until long past sundown. Matthias landed heavily on the sofa in the back room of the club where they had gathered, save for Nina. He was loath to admit it, but he found himself feeling rather unsettled whenever she was out of his sight.
Damned drusje.
The nervous drumming of his fingers abated when she appeared in the door, quickly shutting it behind her and tittering like a schoolgirl all the way to the cushion beside him. Concealed in her hands was a small tin plate stacked high with honeyed cakes. Stolen from the kitchen again, no doubt.
"You're going to pay for those next time," Kaz called flatly without looking up from his work. She stuck out her tongue.
"Take it out of my cut then, you cheapskate."
"I will."
After her offer to Matthias was politely declined, Nina promptly began devouring the little cakes in front of her, eyes closed in rapture with every bite. He was watching her from the corner of his eyes, a faint smile on his lips as he observed her in such a state of bliss. This was how he preferred her: smiling, rosy-cheeked, and most importantly, not talking. The peace was abruptly disturbed when crumbs fell from her fingers like snowflakes and into her ample bosom, and his gaze quickly darted away to a safer subject. He cleared his throat.
"You should really slow down."
"Never," she replied firmly as she swallowed a bite. "You slow down, you die." He suddenly became very interested in whatever Jesper was up to on the other end of the room. The sharp-shooter glanced over at the pair, tossing a knowing smirk that only made Matthias more uncomfortable.
"You could choke."
"I can swallow just fine," she replied, looking right at him with a crooked smile as she licked the remnants from her fingers. Jesper snorted, but the Fjerdan simply blinked at him. Clearly he had missed something.
"Well you're getting crumbs in your-" He blushed at the realization that he had been staring again, and tore his eyes away. "-on yourself." This amused her to no end. He should have just kept his mouth shut.
"I'm saving those in case I get hungry later." She not-so- subtly squeezed her arms inward to further exaggerate her cleavage in what could have only been a display of pure contempt for his sanity. "Why?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence, letting a wicked smile creep onto her lips. "Feeling peckish?"
He didn't need a mirror to know that he had turned scarlet, heat soaring through his face like steam from a kettle. He shot up from his seat at the sound of Jesper's snickering, which had now caught the attention of Wylan and Inej, and strode stiffly out of the room. He wondered how long prayer was going to protect him from this shameless girl and his even more shameless thoughts.
Not much longer.