he's got her chip

somebodyhelpthenotdeadfreds  asked:

"I am not 'cute,' Freddie."

“Hmm, sounds like something that a cute person would say,” was her replied. She was trying in vain to get a bag of tortilla chips off a top shelf in his kitchen, “Fuck, this is ridiculous. You’re not even that much taller than me.”

“Eight inches.”

“You’re so smug about being taller,” She rolled her eyes, giving up and pulling herself up to sit on the counter. “Most guys care about eight inches somewhere else.”

“Not something I have to worry about,” was his very smug response as he cut up peppers for the salsa he was making.

Freddie rolled her eyes, “It took three months before you reference the size of your penis, I’m impressed.”

“With my penis or…”

She laughed and then shoved him, “Get the chips.”

He might have leaned a little too heavily against her when he reached up and got the chips but she wasn’t complaining when she caught his lips before he pulled away, “…the salsa, Freddie.”

She sighed, “I suppose I can let you go, cutie.”

“I promised you the best salsa in the world,” He said, pulling away reluctantly. “Burning it would be a crime.”

“I guess,” She sighed. “But it better be the best salsa I’ve ever tasted or you’ll have to make it up to me.”