Crumble X Reader

The most beautiful crumble in the world.

The crumble was beautiful. You stare down on it, taking in every little detail from the crumb to the rhubarb and the hot custard sitting on top. You lick the top of the enticing pudding seductively,  tasting all its different flavors. You look down at it, it looks up at you. Even now, when you've only just met, you can connection and the bond between human and crumble.

You sit in the living room of your small one bedroom flat, the crumble sitting on the coffee table in front. You look out of the large window and notice the busy people passing by in the street. You look back to the crumble, wondering how you are going to eat it. There are  three different instruments that could be used to eat the sweet pudding. There is a knife, a pair of chopsticks, a fork and a spoon. It's safe to say that that the chopsticks are no good, you know you can rule out the knife. You know that won't be of any use, the fork has a dent in it of a considerable size from the last time you used it to master-bate so it was rather inconvenient. The only thing left is the spoon-of all the cutlery this is the one that would be easiest to use. However, you realize that you are too lazy to bring the spoon to your watering mouth. You slowly bring your face closer to the bowl and lick the sharp rhubarb chunks. You allow your face to drop further into the heavenly sweet that awaited you. As the small pieces of crumble fly past your face and into the air.You take a large bite out of the crumble and when the combination of crumbling biscuit and smooth rhubarb pieces hits you, you know you can't resist it's crumbling delicateness.....

I am now going to be unoriginal and boring by saying that the next chapter was written by both myself and RaiseTheWhiteFlag . Just to clarify that I shouldn't get all the credit for the crumbley awesomeness.....