[FIC] Christmas Series: Stealing Cookies
A:N/ EDIT: First of Christmas fics, hopelessly late. For darling Simpkins, and thanks to Lara for the BETA.
They are right there for the taking.
Succulent sweets and pastries, just fresh out of the oven. Little gingerbread men wearing smart icing vests and gumdrop buttons, sporting canes made of mint, and beards of cream, right beside a miniscule mountain of sugar cookies. Dainty tarts drizzled with syrup and lightly dusted with confectioners sugar sat on desert bowls that glimmer like cut diamonds, and delectable chocolate éclairs wearing their seductive coats of rich dark chocolate. Treats that, though he had eaten them in the past, only come together in a feast once a year.
Taking them won’t be such a challenge; in their number, no one will notice one missing. It will merely require the right timing, sleight of hand -- and roomy pockets and coat sleeves. Victory will be sweet, no pun intended.
At that moment, as the petite pâtissière is busy decorating another cake for tonight’s dinner, he slips inside the warm kitchen. He doesn’t even need illusions to hide his presence, the girl is focused on the task at hand as if her very life depended on how much icing she puts on top of the thing. Her back is to the table where the other finished dishes are lined up, his job a lot easier.
He slowly makes his way towards the nearest platter of sugar cookies, as quiet as a mouse. Yes, she hasn’t noticed yet - and his hand is inches away from the top of the pile. His fingers carefully held the edge of the cookie, and lifts it up off the rest. She was still bent over her cake, good. He has yet to resume breathing, but any sound could completely jeopardize his efforts.
Now, it’s time to savor the spoils. His lips break out in a smug smirk as he lifts the cookie to his mouth, about to take his first bite --
“Daemon!”
The cookie drops to the floor, and he is the child caught with his hand in the jar.
“I was only trying to taste if your creations are still up to scratch.”
That comment is met by a play-punch to his stomach by his miffed lover, the strength of which is not that far from an actual punch.
“You’re not supposed to eat them ‘till tonight, you... you--!” She puffs up her cheeks, stomping on the floor as she chastised him for stealing her cookies. “Can’t you wait a little longer?”
It’s time for his failsafe; in the smallest chance he fails and gets caught, he knows how to worm his way out of it. He loves her too much (and that he does not want to be within the range of her knives if she explodes.)
“Mi bambina~”
“W-What is it?” she squeaks, suddenly taken aback as he takes her hand and kneels in front of her. Color rose to her cheeks, good - that’s just what he expects. Time to say--
“I apologize for stealing your cookies.”
“You’d better be! I won’t give you macarons if you did that again. Hmph!”
She may have won the battle, but Daemon Spade is going to win this war.
"Nufufufu~"