11Short prompt for "strawberry" on Tumblr. May continue if enough interest. As always, please take a moment and leave your thoughts. We writers love it when you do.
"Christine, love, what is all of this?" Long fingers moved aside copious amount of tissue paper as sharp eyes took in a conspicuously innocent face.
The girl before him gave a haphazard shrug. "I know you stance on marriage- it can never be- and as much as I wish you would change your mind, I know how…firm your convictions are."
Suspicious eyes snapped to hers "And now I am to believe that you are completely willing to abide by them? With no further protests?"
She shrugged again. "Erik, I love you and if this is the only way we can have a life together," another careless lift of shoulders, "then so be it. But that doesn't mean that I can't share my dreams with you. For example," She gestured to the package in his hold. "This is what I was planning to wear on my wedding night."
"Christine..," he sighed, working to keep his tone light, giving the small box an exasperated little shake and shift for good measure. "There are only strawberries and creme contained within. What on earth…"
Her smile became positively evil then, as his eyes widened and his mind reeled and his blood drained south. Leaning into him, the hand on his thigh drifted north as his own hold on the box nearly crushed it in his hands while his mouth gaped like a fish out of water.
Her eyes sparked live, coupling with his in an instant as she ghosted one word against his jaw with an ungodly whisper, "Suffer."