Sanders Sides Tickle Fic Oneshots

Sweet Somethings (Remile)

Author's Note: HELP! HELP! I'm drowning in fluff and sweetness! It's so cute! I'm dying! Like seriously! This one was so much fun to write! And I needed it after the last fic, so here it is! I don't got much to say about it, except enjoy!

Sweet Somethings

(Ships): Remile

Words ~ 1,590 ~

Warnings: A little spicy, food mention. (Let me know if there's anything else.)

~~~~~

A pink neon light flickered softly against the sunset's reflection in the window of a small town bakery shop. The last of the customers had bought their pastries and quickly left, hoping to make it home before dark. The owner of the store, Emile Picani, was just doing some last minute baking before closing up for the night. It was one of his favorite parts of the day, because this is the time where he would frost all the doughnuts and decorate them to look like famous cartoon characters! He had so many themes and tried to be precise as possible in all the little details that he added to each pastry. Even if he had a hard day, he would always come home happy because this was the time where he could wind down from a hard day's work.

The customers had left about 20 minutes ago, so the baker was surprised when he heard the doorbell chime the first couple measures of the Steven Universe theme song, indicating someone had just walked in.

"Umm...hello! We are about to close in 10 minutes..." His voice trailed off when he noticed the familiar leather satchel and lilted voice.

"Hey sugar cube! It's just me." Emile smiled, barely catching the flirty wink behind the shades the taller man was wearing.

"Hi Remy. You came just at the right time. I was about to lock up for the night." Remy hopped up on the counter, sliding next to his boyfriend of two weeks.

"Awesome. You got the goods?" Emile rolled his eyes fondly and stopped frosting for a second to look for the 'goods' that Remy asked for. During a normal baking day, there was a small amount of pastries or cookies that did not make the cut and were collected as duds. Emile used to throw them out or give them to homeless people who were passing by, but now that he was dating Remy, the baker made sure to set aside a small stash of them for him to eat each night. Emile held up said stash in front of Remy's face.

"You mean these 'goods'?" Remy drooled at the assortment of tasty defective pastries dangling before him.

"Ohohoho yesss. Come to papa..." He licked his lips, reaching out for the bag before it was removed from his reach.

"Ah ah ah." Emile waggled his finger, teasingly. "Gotta pay up, before ya eat up!" Remy giggled into grin, scooching himself ever so slightly closer to the baker. Emile took a small step backwards and held the bag of treats behind, watching as Remy's face came closer and closer to his. Their noses finally touched and Remy reached a hand out, carressing the nape of Emile's neck while he pressed a chastise kiss to Emile's lips. The baker blushed and returned the gesture, the kiss deepening and turning both sets of cheeks red. Emile knew it was too good to be true however, as he saw Remy's other hand move gently past his line of sight.

Emile smirked into the kiss, tightening his hold on the bag of goods waiting for any touch that might constitute as Remy's stray hand. When he felt a small bump with his shoulder, he stepped away quickly and trotted a few feet back now holding the bag in front of him where Remy could see it. His boyfriend pouted when his love escaped his clutches.

"Heyyyy wait! Where are you going?" He held up his arms in mock confusion, strutting towards Emile who continually took some steps backward to keep the space between them the same. There was no denying the big smile on his face however.