Okay, for the WIP game, with a list like that, you know I have to ask about "Hand Porn" or "Nude Dude Food" :D
lol of course you do.
“Hand porn” is meant to fill a prompt I took for the 2020 Everlark Fic Exchange ( @everlarkficexchange ) and the prompt is fairly self explanatory:
Hand Porn - looking, breathlessly touching, reading the story told by the calluses, the scars, the strength, while admiring all they’ve done, appreciating all they do, anticipating everything they will do for love - sensitive, expressive, powerful, creative, protective, sensual hand porn.
Right now, all I have is a list of scenes or vignettes to include. Some would be sexual but about 95% are not. I haven’t started writing it, unfortunately. My intention is to write a kind of lyrical prose/prose poem but we’ll see how that goes.
As for “Nude Dude Food,” I have to credit this idea to my fabulous beta reader, buttercupbadass, who sent me a link to a restaurant/catering service she’d heard about and weeeelll…
“Maybe not, but most of our customers say they learn something wonderful that gets them started cooking more complex dishes. Some have called the experience… an awakening of their palate.”
Annie sighs. “I hope so.”
And Katniss thinks that just maybe, in this case, it’s a good idea to have Finnick at the bachelorette party. Poor Mark. Don’t let the door hit you on the way out, she thinks and hides her snort of laughter.
She takes a quick sip and smiles at the crisp, light flavor. Lets it roll over her tongue. Maybe this will be fun, after all, she thinks. She’s always into cooking good food. Always into eating good food. What’s in the drink? She takes another sip to identify it. A touch of basil, she thinks. And… lemon.
“Let me just tell my co-owner and baking specialist that we’re ready,” Finnick says and turns towards the door leading up from the old servants’ entrance. “Oh good. I don’t have to shout at you.”
Katniss looks up and nearly spits out her drink as another attractive chef walks into the kitchen, toting a crate labeled Everdeen’s Ever Greens. He doesn’t spot her right away, and she curses under her breath, hides behind Leevy and her glass. But she’s still able to see his bright blue eyes, his ashy blond hair falling in waves over his forehead, his broad shoulders and that chiseled jawline she looks forward to seeing every morning and has thought about licking on more than one lonely night.
“My partner in cooking, Peeta, ladies.” Peeta waves and greets them. “If you’ll give us a moment to prepare,” Finnick says and the girls around her all start twittering quietly. Even Mags sets a pair of massive glasses on her nose to see better as the two men strip off their shirts. Katniss chokes on her own tongue as the name sinks in. Nude Dude Food. NDF.
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If it’s not obvious from this snippet, Katniss and Peeta already know each other before this naked men cooking for catered event happens lol.
Thanks for the ask! ❤️
