Breakfast In Bed, Kisses For Me (Katnest Oneshot Book)

Sweet Tooth

WARNING THIS FIC IS VERY LEWD BUT NOT STRAIGHT UP PORN ITS JUST NECK KISSING AND STUFF ITS VERY SELF-INDULGENT DON'T LOOK AT ME

Katrielle always did have a big appetite for the sweetest of confectionaries, whether it be a rich bonbon or a creamy eclair, she wanted it all. She absolutely loved sugary things. What was there to not love? Self-indulging in a delicious baked good or fruity candy was only mandatory for such a hardworking detective. She needed to replenish her brilliant mind with equally brilliant sweets! Though Kat loved her chocolates and cremes, she began to crave...alternative options. She was in the mood for a different flavor, something that would warm her up inside and out. Nothing she ate as of late really satisfied that specific need.

Kat sighed and sprawled herself out dramatically on the agency's sofa, staring at the ceiling and waiting for some kind of delicious miracle to show up and save her from this silly blueness of hers.

"Here you go, Miss Layton."

Kat looked up to see her assistant, Ernest, setting down a tea tray on the table in front of her with the quiet clattering sound of china teacups balancing on shaky hands. Kat sat up and faced the tea tray with a bored expression. Ernest set a teacup in front of her and gave her a crooked smile.

"I think you'll be happy to find out that I bought some rather lovely chocolate creme macarons at the bakery this morning!" Ernest spoke as he picked up a small plate and showed off the aforementioned sweets with delight. Katrielle perked up with excitement. She grabbed a macaron and bit into it with high expectations, but to her surprise, it wasn't that good. It was still tasty, yet it lacked what she craved. Ernest watched her expression and noticed her disappointment.

"Oh, does it taste bad? I'm sorry, Miss. I was sure you'd like it..."

"Hm? No, no! It's not bad at all. I guess I'm just not really in the mood for it." Kat said as she grabbed her cup of tea and took a long sip.

Why did everything seem so bland to her now? The answer to that question eluded her for days. Ernest leaned over and grabbed a macaron and took a cautionary nibble. He smiled as he chewed.

"Mm! Well, we can only hope you'll be in the mood for it later. They really are nice and rich."

Kat examined his expressions with intrigue as she leaned back on the sofa. He really did seem to enjoy those treats more than she did.

"You can take the rest home with you if you want, Ernest."

Ernest raised his eyebrows and gulped the rest of the macaron down with surprise.

"Really?" He replied with such a shocked and puzzled look, it made Kat laugh.

"Why do you look so surprised?" She asked, quieting down her giggles. Ernest flushed.

"It's just..." he looked down to the tea tray.

"That's very unlike you, Miss. For the last few weeks you haven't acted that passionate about the things you're usually exited for. You never turn down a baked good, much less send me home with a whole box full of them!" He looked back up at her sadly.

"I suppose I'm just worried about you, that's all..."

Kat frowned. She didn't realize that she'd been in this rut for weeks. Was it that noticeable?

"I guess I just haven't been myself. I'm not too sure why. I'm not depressed or anything, I just..." she trailed off.

"Do you know that feeling, Ernest? That feeling where you just...can't connect with anything you like?"

Ernest tapped his chin in thought.

"I think I understand what you mean. I've had those moments where everything just felt...stale."