Carry the One: 3rd stand-alone drabble
“What, you don’t like sparkles? Too… indulgent for you?” Ugh, he was just so… the way he smiled, just entirely unapologetic about the levels of cheese he was serving up-
Well, she could not let this stand.
She stalked towards him, determined, and instead of the kiss he had been expecting, she swept him off his feet and into her arms. He took the opportunity to sweetly peck her cheek and his beautiful smile widened, his clever hands moved, and the sparkles brightened and gathered, whirling around both of them now, bathing his face in soft, pink light.
She could not let this stand.
“Oh, is it?” The sparkles burst into wee little hearts, floating in the air.
“Yes, it is! You’re done, and I’m taking you to the royal cheese table where you belong!”
Giggly laughter burst out though, uncontainable in his royal-with-cheese presence.
He did things to her, to her head and her heart and body, her insides like those whirling, bursting sparkles.
She planted his cheesy ass on a fine, antique end table, now designated royal cheese table.
“Oh no!” he exclaimed dramatically, his hand to his forehead in a fake swoon, the little sparkles dimming and flickering, drifting slowly and sadly downward. “The royal cheese sandwich table! This is the wrong table!”
The sparkles bloomed and heated, in answer.
You can see all the variants of this drawing here and the Rayla carrying Callum versions here, or find other drabbles in this series in the [#drabble series: carry the one] tag. These don’t need to be read in order, they’re unrelated drabbles, certainly not all this fluffy, just based on the same ‘carrying’ concept
