Aug 08

Ice Cream

Ice Cream


He liked his ice cream hard always eating from the inside out daintily rolling tiny coils on to the tip of the spoon.

She only ate it soft waiting for it to melt and slowly scooping out the edges, in huge squishy blobs, as it melted.

Eventually they would meet on the one spoonful ideal for both. Their spoons would clash and as the victor brought it to their lips, the other would dive in to grab at it playfully wrestling for the rich, smooth treat. In the tussle mouths would meet and a new fight would start.


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PickingupEllen is a fanfiction writer and fanartist from Scotland who no longer lives in the sticks.

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