A Drabble A Day #17: Gingerbread
Peter licked the icing off his fingers. He stood back to admire the tiny gingerbread house he constructed, complete with a gumdrop-lined doorway. He wasn't the best baker, so he was quite proud of his accomplishment.
That is, until he heard a snicker from the doorway. "And what the hell is that?"
"What does it look like?"
"A house. A wee little gingerbread house," Claude replied in a sickly sweet voice. "All pretty and sugary and adorable. Are you going to make little gingerbread men for it, too? And they can have gingerbread pets, and-"
"Fine, I won't enjoy the holidays any more. I'll be bitter and sarcastic like you," Peter growled angrily. "You always make fun of me. Stop it!"
"If you don't like my sarcasm, then why do you still bother seeing me? Why not just leave me?"
"Because I need you." Peter still looked a little upset, but his voice was firm. "And I know you need me just as much."
"You're right." Claude smiled, giving him a small kiss on the cheek. "You know, we shouldn't let the rest of this icing go to waste, eh?" He squeezed a bit of it onto his finger. "I know something that tastes better than gingerbread."