DISCLAIMER: I
don’t own "Scarecrow And Mrs King" or any of the characters mention
within anymore than I own Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups. If any of us did, would
we ever leave our homes again? LOL
AUTHOR: Kristine
RATING: G
TIMELINE: ? I
would say probably after marriage.
AUTHOR'S NOTE:
Whilst discussing a funny, similar veined story on FFnet, I was dared to try
and write a similar story, with any of the SMK cast. I choose Amanda and ten
minutes later, behold! A story. I hope you all enjoy.
Thanks: To all
those who dared me to do it, to Lush and Taya for not ignoring my crazed IM’s
and for Miriam, who tided it all up and wrapped the bow around it, as per
usual.
QUESTION: How
would Amanda King eat a Reese's Peanut Butter Cup?
ANSWER: Neatly.
AMANDA’S
REESE AFFAIR
In the cozy room, daylight breaks through the cheerful blue curtains. (As you
can see, they match the rug). Resplendent in its orange and brown casing, a
single peanut butter cup sits upon the wooden chopping block on the kitchen
counter. Dominant, king of its domain.
The door
swings open soundlessly on well-oiled hinges, and Amanda King bustles into the
room. She is wearing jeans, faded and comfortable. Her Georgetown sweatshirt
hangs off her willowy frame, barely concealing the dusting rag you know is
tucked into her waistband.
She spies the candy and frowns. Her warm brown eyes rapidly scan the room,
searching for something or someone she senses should be there. Her gaze is
drawn back to the temptingly treat. You know she wants it. Very slowly, she
turns the wooden block. With great care, she wipes away a tiny crumb that mars
the rough surface.
One eyebrow rises as she unfolds the shiny paper from the object of her
concentration. Stopping only to dispose of the outer layer in a well-placed and
easy to reach rubbish receptacle. With the edge of a fingernail, she peels back
the final barrier, exposing the side ridges of the chocolate to the warm
morning
air, stopping periodically to ensure the wrapper comes away cleanly, without
disturbing the luscious centre.
She cocks her head, apparently admiring how the sun’s rays highlight the
contrast between the light oak wood of the chopping block and the darker cocoa
confection that crowns it. She sighs, leans over the surface, and sniffs.
Involuntarily, you sniff, too, savoring the heady aroma of chocolate and
peanuts.
Carefully,
deliberately, Amanda picks up the delectable creaminess. Fingers placed at a
strategic angle to ensure maximum movement while still deploying optimal
hygiene.
She draws the goodness to her lips. Silently she nips away small bites and lets
the sugary candy dissolve in her mouth. Standing straight to avoid spillage.
A smile hovers
at the edges of her mouth. Her tongue sweeps from behind faintly opened lips,
capturing the last sweet vestige, leaving her lips glistening. You wonder why
no one has marketed a chocolate and peanut flavored lipstick.
Abruptly, she
moves away from the immaculate, now bereft board.
Slowly, thoroughly, she turns her hands under cool water. The faucet sounds
loud in the quiet room. Briskly, she dries her hands on the hand towel, folds
it neatly again, and heads for the door. Pausing only to adjust the chopping
block slightly from its previous position.
Alternative ending
Amanda reaches
for the delectable candy, no longer able to resist its potent aroma. She
pauses, eyes closed, smiling sinfully as she imagines how good the smooth
chocolate will feel as it slides down her throat, leaving that little hint of
peanut in its wake . . .
Lee grasps the
door frame. He'd stared and desired the prize for far too long already. He is a
man of action, and his body demands that he go for it.
She reaches
for the chocolaty goodness, unable to deny herself any longer. Her hand touches
the rough wooden surface, only to find . . .
Rudely jolted
back to reality, she opens her eyes just in time to see Lee pop the last piece
of the Reese's package into his mouth.
"What?"
he mumbles.
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