WIP Wednesday | SPICY FRIES 🍟🔥
Ahahaha ohhh this is a FUN one y'all!! 🤣
TYSM for the tags @necromanticsoul, @sorcerousadventurer, @woundedsoul12, @kogarashi-art, @sandcastlekings, & @redaresss! As always, I loved seeing what y'all have been cookin' up! 💕
This is a silly little scene from the yet-to-be-posted Modern (Shithead) AU I've been brewing in my caldron with @sunny374940 & @lycheecatee. It's from Ayla x Emmrich's meet-cute at Davrin's bar, where Inquisitor Tal & his husband Bull set them up (without telling them). So they only just met.
Poor Em. 🔥
"What are those, exactly?" he asked Tal.
"Oooh! Spicy fries!??"
Emmrich felt a small hand on his shoulder, announcing the arrival of a delighted—and gloriously sweaty—Ayla.
"Can I have some? Pleaseeee?"
"Yep. Got Davrin to make them extra spicy, too."
"Yesssss," she hissed, excitedly pumping her fist in the air.
Ayla looked around for a chair and cursed under her breath. "Ya'll took all the seats!" Emmrich's stomach flipped when her eyes landed on him and her lips curled into a smirk. "Is this one taken, sugar?" she asked, gesturing towards his lap.
"Oh—" he sputtered, clearing his throat. "Not at all. Please, it's yours, dear."
Ayla sat down in his lap, once again enveloping him in the delicate scent of orange blossoms as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Mr. Scientist. You're so damn sweet; I'm awfully tempted to take a bite," she teased, breezily turning her attention back to Tal's offering as if she hadn't just turned him into a useless puddle on the floor.
Emmrich found he was suddenly holding his breath, very keenly aware of every single bit of his thigh underneath that lovely behind of hers, a damnable snicker escaping Queenie, presumably at the expression he was wearing because of it.
...All of which likely explained his extraordinary lapse in judgement when faced with the question Ayla asked next.
"Spicy fry?"
She turned to flirtatiously feed him one, and Emmrich's idiot, lust-drunk brain took far too long to catch up to the rest of him. Meaning he took it from her eagerly, already chewing and swallowing it before realizing he had made a terrible error.
But realize he did. As the entire inside of his mouth immediately burst into flames, scorching his lips, tongue—even the blasted roof of his mouth.
He coughed. First softly, then violently, Ayla's beautiful blue eyes widening in concern.
"You okay there, handsome?"
"Never better," he croaked.
You know the drill. Ploppin' the taglist below the cut! Show us all what you've got cookin' please if you're so inclined!!
And HAPPY WEDNESDAY!!! 💕
