AN - Written in response to two prompts on Tumblr from elricsister: "You're getting crumbs all over the bed" and "You're mine. I don't share."
It's texture is smooth, like satin. It's warmer than I expected and it calls to me, begging me to put it in my mouth.
I take my time bringing it to my lips, appreciating its salty flavour on my tongue.
"You are getting crumbs all over the bed," complains Peeta, as he wanders into our room to grab his sketchpad from his bedside table.
"Don't care," I mutter, my mouth full of cheese bun. "The belly is hungry."
He pauses on his way out the door, one eyebrow raised over those baby blues that I love so much. "You ate the entire batch. Willow is going to be mad that you didn't leave her at least one."
I shrug. The cheese bun cravings have been a little out of control this month. "You can make more."
He shakes his head. "You could have at least cut it in half."
"Peeta! Pregnant woman here!" He huffs and leaves the room. Moments later, I hear the crashing of bowls and pans in the kitchen. He's making more, bless him.
"You're mine," I say to my cheese bun. "I don't share."