Drabble Series: Honey
Title: Honey
Word Count: 1,209
Summary: Too sparse to have one really. Kitchen...cookies....honey and Wade??
BTW: I hope you've all seen the new promo. It's kind of awesome and completely not what I expected......AND this is my first fic after a little break so I might be a little rusty. Bare with me. It'll get better.
“Tell me again why you’re doing this?” Wade asks her as he reaches over to grab a chocolate chip cookie off a cooling rack. Zoe slaps at his hand with the spatula that she’s using and he draws his hand back fast and snatches a sugar cookie off another rack before she can do anything about it.
She scowls at him and rolls her eyes. “I’m doing this--.” She pauses to wave the spatula around to gesture at the countertops that are covered with cookies, brownies, and cupcakes either cooling or already packed into neat, little, boxes. “Because Lavon asked me to.”
“He asked you to create a bakery in his kitchen.” He watches her closely and waits until she takes her eyes off the chocolate cookies just long enough for him to grab one.
“Hey.” She snaps and he laughs when she huffs out a breath. “He asked me to help out with the town bake sale and that is what I’m doing.”
“Why?”
“Why what?’
“Why would he ask you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Why would he ask you bake? You aren’t the most gifted in that area.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Do I need to remind you of the gumbo?”
“Hey.” She points the spatula at him. “That gumbo won second place.”
“Did you actually cook the gumbo?”
She purses her lips and looks down at the counter.
He laughs.
“Shut up.” She grumbles and then snaps right back into action to push his arm away when he tries to get another cookie. “Stop eating it all.”
“I’m taste testing.” He explains around a mouthful of cookie.
She rolls her eyes.
“You don’t need to do that. I followed the recipe exactly. I can follow directions.”
“I think these need more sugar.”
“They do not.”
She turns her back on him and watches the oven timer tick away.
“So you just do whatever Lavon asks you to do?”
“Lavon is my friend. He asked a favor and I said yes. It’s not that hard to understand.”
“You never do any of the favors that I ask.”
She turns half way around. “You ask very different kinds of favors.” She says and he smirks. “Besides, I said that Lavon is my friend.”
He holds his hand dramatically against his chest. “Are you saying that I’m not your friend? You sure do know how to wound a guy, Doc.”
“I’m sure you’ll get over it.” She mutters as the oven beeps and she opens the door to slide the last pan of cookies out.
“Fine, whatever, I don’t care that you don’t care that you hurt my feelings so keep that in mind when I say that these cookies definitely need more sugar. Nothing personal, Doc, just the facts.”
“They do not need more sugar. Stop saying that.”
“I’m not being mean or anything. Just trust me. I have eaten dozens of these cookies over the years and this one tastes different.”
“I am not.”
“Oh really?” She looks over her shoulder to argue with him taking her eyes off the oven and the tips of her fingers miss the door to close it and hit the metal rack. “Ow. Dammit.” She pulls her hand back and cradles it against her chest. She hears him ask if she’s okay, all the teasing gone from his voice, but she ignores him in order to survey the damage. It’s completely superficial and she’s fine-the pads of her index and middle finger are red and stinging but she’s fine and there’s nothing that she can really do about it but ride out the pain and deal with it.
“Ow.” She whines and begins to move towards the sink to run her fingers under water but she’s stopped when she bumps into Wade who managed to beat her there. “Move.” She pushes him with her good hand but he stays rooted to the spot.
“You all right?” He asks again, ducking his head down so she’s forced to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine I just need you to get out of the way.” She lays the back of her hand against his chest but he grabs her wrist.
“You need to stand still for a second so I can help you.”
“I don’t need your help. I am a doctor okay?”
He steps away from her and over towards the cupboard next to the sink but he still keeps the gentle hold on her wrist.
“I know what I’m doing. I can treat myself. I need to put my hand under cool water and put a bandage on it. That’s it but in order to do that I need you to let me go.”
He turns back to her suddenly with a bottle of honey in his free hand and steps in close crowding her space. She bites her lip and looks up at him.
“I need…” She says quietly but he shakes his head and she stops talking.
“What you need to do...” He says with a low voice, eyes never leaving hers as he opens the jar. “Is stop talking so I can help you.”
“You’re going to help me with a jar of honey?”
He smiles and doesn’t take the bait. This isn’t an argument.
“It’s an old Grandma Kinsella trick.”
“And you really think it’s going to work?”
“I know it’s going to work.” He slowly lets go of her wrist waiting to see if she’ll pull back. She keeps the back of her hand pressed against his chest waiting with heavily veiled interest to see what he’ll do. “Do you know how many times my grandma did this to me?” He pours a little bit of honey into the cap and touches the surface of it with his index finger.
“Did you get burned a lot?”
He smiles ruefully. “Boys with be boys.”
He presses his fingers against hers and the tiny intake of breath from her makes him look up from their hands to study her face to see if he’s doing more harm than good.
“Is it working?”
She nods almost reluctantly. She can’t deny that the burns feel better but she can’t be sure if it’s from his old wives tale remedy or if it’s the heat coming from his fingertips against hers that’s distracting her.
“It feels a little better.” She admits quietly as he pulls his hand away from hers in order to put the cap back on the honey and place it back in the cupboard. “Why did you do this?”
He smiles again but it’s a little softer than before like he’s trying not to give too much away.
“Because.” He opens a drawer next to the sink and digs around until he finds a band aid. “I think of you as a friend even you don’t feel the same about me.”
“Wade.”
He shakes his head to stop her from saying anything more and unwraps the band aid then puts it around her finger.
“Thank you.” She says as he walks back to where he was sitting like nothing ever happened.
She continues to bake and when he snatches another cookie she lets it go without any objections.
Word Count: 1,209
Summary: Too sparse to have one really. Kitchen...cookies....honey and Wade??
BTW: I hope you've all seen the new promo. It's kind of awesome and completely not what I expected......AND this is my first fic after a little break so I might be a little rusty. Bare with me. It'll get better.
“Tell me again why you’re doing this?” Wade asks her as he reaches over to grab a chocolate chip cookie off a cooling rack. Zoe slaps at his hand with the spatula that she’s using and he draws his hand back fast and snatches a sugar cookie off another rack before she can do anything about it.
She scowls at him and rolls her eyes. “I’m doing this--.” She pauses to wave the spatula around to gesture at the countertops that are covered with cookies, brownies, and cupcakes either cooling or already packed into neat, little, boxes. “Because Lavon asked me to.”
“He asked you to create a bakery in his kitchen.” He watches her closely and waits until she takes her eyes off the chocolate cookies just long enough for him to grab one.
“Hey.” She snaps and he laughs when she huffs out a breath. “He asked me to help out with the town bake sale and that is what I’m doing.”
“Why?”
“Why what?’
“Why would he ask you?”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“Why would he ask you bake? You aren’t the most gifted in that area.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Do I need to remind you of the gumbo?”
“Hey.” She points the spatula at him. “That gumbo won second place.”
“Did you actually cook the gumbo?”
She purses her lips and looks down at the counter.
He laughs.
“Shut up.” She grumbles and then snaps right back into action to push his arm away when he tries to get another cookie. “Stop eating it all.”
“I’m taste testing.” He explains around a mouthful of cookie.
She rolls her eyes.
“You don’t need to do that. I followed the recipe exactly. I can follow directions.”
“I think these need more sugar.”
“They do not.”
She turns her back on him and watches the oven timer tick away.
“So you just do whatever Lavon asks you to do?”
“Lavon is my friend. He asked a favor and I said yes. It’s not that hard to understand.”
“You never do any of the favors that I ask.”
She turns half way around. “You ask very different kinds of favors.” She says and he smirks. “Besides, I said that Lavon is my friend.”
He holds his hand dramatically against his chest. “Are you saying that I’m not your friend? You sure do know how to wound a guy, Doc.”
“I’m sure you’ll get over it.” She mutters as the oven beeps and she opens the door to slide the last pan of cookies out.
“Fine, whatever, I don’t care that you don’t care that you hurt my feelings so keep that in mind when I say that these cookies definitely need more sugar. Nothing personal, Doc, just the facts.”
“They do not need more sugar. Stop saying that.”
“I’m not being mean or anything. Just trust me. I have eaten dozens of these cookies over the years and this one tastes different.”
“I am not.”
“Oh really?” She looks over her shoulder to argue with him taking her eyes off the oven and the tips of her fingers miss the door to close it and hit the metal rack. “Ow. Dammit.” She pulls her hand back and cradles it against her chest. She hears him ask if she’s okay, all the teasing gone from his voice, but she ignores him in order to survey the damage. It’s completely superficial and she’s fine-the pads of her index and middle finger are red and stinging but she’s fine and there’s nothing that she can really do about it but ride out the pain and deal with it.
“Ow.” She whines and begins to move towards the sink to run her fingers under water but she’s stopped when she bumps into Wade who managed to beat her there. “Move.” She pushes him with her good hand but he stays rooted to the spot.
“You all right?” He asks again, ducking his head down so she’s forced to meet his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m fine I just need you to get out of the way.” She lays the back of her hand against his chest but he grabs her wrist.
“You need to stand still for a second so I can help you.”
“I don’t need your help. I am a doctor okay?”
He steps away from her and over towards the cupboard next to the sink but he still keeps the gentle hold on her wrist.
“I know what I’m doing. I can treat myself. I need to put my hand under cool water and put a bandage on it. That’s it but in order to do that I need you to let me go.”
He turns back to her suddenly with a bottle of honey in his free hand and steps in close crowding her space. She bites her lip and looks up at him.
“I need…” She says quietly but he shakes his head and she stops talking.
“What you need to do...” He says with a low voice, eyes never leaving hers as he opens the jar. “Is stop talking so I can help you.”
“You’re going to help me with a jar of honey?”
He smiles and doesn’t take the bait. This isn’t an argument.
“It’s an old Grandma Kinsella trick.”
“And you really think it’s going to work?”
“I know it’s going to work.” He slowly lets go of her wrist waiting to see if she’ll pull back. She keeps the back of her hand pressed against his chest waiting with heavily veiled interest to see what he’ll do. “Do you know how many times my grandma did this to me?” He pours a little bit of honey into the cap and touches the surface of it with his index finger.
“Did you get burned a lot?”
He smiles ruefully. “Boys with be boys.”
He presses his fingers against hers and the tiny intake of breath from her makes him look up from their hands to study her face to see if he’s doing more harm than good.
“Is it working?”
She nods almost reluctantly. She can’t deny that the burns feel better but she can’t be sure if it’s from his old wives tale remedy or if it’s the heat coming from his fingertips against hers that’s distracting her.
“It feels a little better.” She admits quietly as he pulls his hand away from hers in order to put the cap back on the honey and place it back in the cupboard. “Why did you do this?”
He smiles again but it’s a little softer than before like he’s trying not to give too much away.
“Because.” He opens a drawer next to the sink and digs around until he finds a band aid. “I think of you as a friend even you don’t feel the same about me.”
“Wade.”
He shakes his head to stop her from saying anything more and unwraps the band aid then puts it around her finger.
“Thank you.” She says as he walks back to where he was sitting like nothing ever happened.
She continues to bake and when he snatches another cookie she lets it go without any objections.