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clare_dragonflyTitle: Some Guys Just Can't Hold Their Nightshade
Word count: 311
Rating: R for implied death?
Prompt:smeddley's: Poisonous herbs used by a serial killer! They can either be a hired assassin or have some vendetta or just be mad, doesn't really matter.
Notes: Risotto is tasty. As long as there's no cheese in it.
“Nadia? Where are you?” came Mark’s voice from the front door.
“In the kitchen,” she called back. “Come in, love, I can’t leave this.”
He came in. She heard him dropping his things on the couch and then walking through to the kitchen. He took a deep breath as he walked up behind her. “That smells amazing. What is it?”
She grinned as he put his arms around her from behind. “My special risotto.”
“Wow.” He peered over her shoulder but obviously had no idea what he was looking at. “I didn’t even know you could cook!”
“Well, I can’t really. Just this. And I have to make sure you’re good enough before I let you eat my food, you know.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad to be judged good enough. What should I do while I’m waiting for you?”
“Oh, just make yourself comfortable. It’ll be a few minutes.”
Mark walked back out to the living room and turned the TV on. Silently seething, Nadia gave the risotto another stir and turned to her cutting board. He hadn’t noticed the special herb sitting there, and wouldn’t recognize it if he had. He was a self-centered idiot, just like all men.
She sprinkled the deadly nightshade into the risotto and stirred it in. She’d made this dish many times; she knew exactly how long it took to cook so that it seemed to be a pleasant flavoring, not a bite of poison. The scent wafted up, and she savored it. Her natural immunity had been bolstered by enough practice that now she loved the tang of death.
She stirred until the water was dissolved and the mushrooms and greens cooked perfectly, then ladled two servings onto plates and brought them back to the living room, fixing a sweet, simpering smile on her face. “Here we are. I promise, you’ll love it.”
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Word count: 311
Rating: R for implied death?
Prompt:
smeddley's: Poisonous herbs used by a serial killer! They can either be a hired assassin or have some vendetta or just be mad, doesn't really matter.Notes: Risotto is tasty. As long as there's no cheese in it.
“Nadia? Where are you?” came Mark’s voice from the front door.
“In the kitchen,” she called back. “Come in, love, I can’t leave this.”
He came in. She heard him dropping his things on the couch and then walking through to the kitchen. He took a deep breath as he walked up behind her. “That smells amazing. What is it?”
She grinned as he put his arms around her from behind. “My special risotto.”
“Wow.” He peered over her shoulder but obviously had no idea what he was looking at. “I didn’t even know you could cook!”
“Well, I can’t really. Just this. And I have to make sure you’re good enough before I let you eat my food, you know.”
He chuckled. “I’m glad to be judged good enough. What should I do while I’m waiting for you?”
“Oh, just make yourself comfortable. It’ll be a few minutes.”
Mark walked back out to the living room and turned the TV on. Silently seething, Nadia gave the risotto another stir and turned to her cutting board. He hadn’t noticed the special herb sitting there, and wouldn’t recognize it if he had. He was a self-centered idiot, just like all men.
She sprinkled the deadly nightshade into the risotto and stirred it in. She’d made this dish many times; she knew exactly how long it took to cook so that it seemed to be a pleasant flavoring, not a bite of poison. The scent wafted up, and she savored it. Her natural immunity had been bolstered by enough practice that now she loved the tang of death.
She stirred until the water was dissolved and the mushrooms and greens cooked perfectly, then ladled two servings onto plates and brought them back to the living room, fixing a sweet, simpering smile on her face. “Here we are. I promise, you’ll love it.”
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