Date: 2009-01-12 02:20 Subject: Virgins in Retrograde: Day one Security: Public Tags: fic, fun, virgins in retrograde

[because asknosecrets had this idea yesterday: Tomorrow, Mercury goes into retrograde, stays there until the 31st. So between now and then, I say we sacrifice all the virgins we can get our hands on.( Read more... )

Thus, to the sacrificing of Virgins.]

Virgins in Retrograde: Day one

"You'll like it."

"Won't."

"You will."

"Won't."

"How do you know?"

"Just do."

Sigh.

Gathering up of patience ensues. "Ok, I'll just make it for myself, then."

Immediate and hidden regret begins. "Fine. I'll be out here when you're done."

An interlude of bowls being set on counters, eggs cracked and separated and whisked, loud finger-sucking when sugar's whipped in. Delightful scents of chocolate and cinnamon and cayenne accompany sotto voce mumbled singing of an eclectic mix and the opening and closing of oven door followed by click-click-click of the manual timer being set. Operatic bellowing and sink-splashing dishwashing precede a satisfied "Ahhh" as the dish-towel is snapped and (presumably) hung on its peg. The oven door opens again, heavenly scents intensify, and that's it.

"I give up."

"Knew you would."

"Wanker."

"Wait, let me set these to cool."

The meringues are crisp and glisten and the edges are just golden, and they sit in their peak'd glory on the cooling tray while the chocolate/cinnamon/cayenne sauce is stirred to silky smoothness one more time. Then each is set in a fluted paper cup, just a bit of room around the bottom, empty space, then the sauce dripped elegantly over them and let to pool - just enough to be a bit of chocolate at the bottom, not enough to melt the meringues.

"Here." Offering one.

"Don't like spicy food, much..." but the doubt's there, and that's the game- it's all up now. He's done for.

"Not spicy. Sweet, sensuous. Sexy. Try it."

". . . Oh, fuck, that's good." Mumbled. Reaching for another one.

"Mmmhmmm. Told you."

"Wanker."

"Mmmhmm. Kiss the cook, now."

That, however, will not be a first time. A tale for another day...

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