Bite the Bullet || Polly Gray x reader oneshots

Truffles and Tea Cakes (!!!)

Happy Valentine's Day whores!!! I love you!!! I hope you enjoy this oneshot, it's been a while since I've published one!

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The temperature outside, you could've sworn, had just dropped another five degrees. Never had you seen a colder Valentine's Day in Birmingham.

Snow flurries begin to fall around your shoulders as you leave the office, hurrying across the street to the car that sat parked. When you arrive home, you quickly shut the door, removing your scarf, hat, and coat, hanging them on the coat rack. Taking your gloves off, you set them down on the sideboard cabinet with your clutch.

"Good evening, Miss Y/L/N," Mary greets.

"Ah, Mary!" you smile. "Could you light a fire in our bedroom? Polly should be home in about an hour."

"Already done, miss," she replies.

"Oh...erm...can you go to the wine cellar and pick out our finest bottle, then?" you ask.

Mary nods, leaving you in the quiet foyer.

You hurry to the kitchen, pulling out a fresh loaf of bread and cutting it into little squares. Each two squares had a thinly sliced piece of ham, seasoned cream cheese, and a small leaf of lettuce, all held together by a toothpick. You place them on a plate, smiling when Mary hands you a bottle of wine and two glasses. Assorted tea cakes sat on a platter, surrounding a dish of honey butter. And probably the most expensive thing in the bunch, a tray of chocolate truffles.

"Mary, do you think you could help carry these up for me?" you ask.

"Of course," she smiles, taking a couple of the platters on a tray table. You copy her, trying your best to balance the plate of finger sandwiches with the glasses and bottle of wine.

You make it to the bedroom safely though, pushing the cracked door open. Thanking Mary, you have her set the tray on the bed. "Just leave it there on the bed, thank you. And feel free to have the rest of the night off."

When she leaves, you go to the closet, getting a few fleece blankets and getting pillows from the bed. You spread them out on the floor in front of the fireplace, making sure every corner is flat and that there are no wrinkles on the blankets. You set up the plates of food, making sure everything is perfect. Setting the wine bottle down with the glasses, you stand up, turning off the table lamps so the only light in the room was the orange glow of the crackling fire.

You move to the closet again, stripping your work clothes and opening the drawer to the chiffonier. You pull out red lace, slipping matching garters to the lingerie over the white stockings and onto your thighs. You throw on a robe quickly, just in time to hear the front door slam shut. You hurry out of the closet, sitting in front of the fireplace, your legs under you in a coy fashion.

"Christ, how cold can it–oh." Polly stops in her tracks as she opens the door. Your smug grin greets her as she drops her belongings in a chair. "What's this?"

"Just my Valentine's Day gift to you," you reply.

"...Right," she says, trying to cover up her flushed cheeks. "Let me get cleaned up first."

"Take as long as you need, Pol, we have all night."

Ten minutes later, you pop the cork off the wine bottle, pouring two glasses as Polly comes out of the bathroom, tying the belt of her robe around her waist.

She smiles as you hand her a glass, taking a seat beside you. "Oh, my darling girl," she murmurs into her glass, looking at the spread.  "Did you do this yourself?"