Scott Lang | Ant Man (callhimant_hony) wrote in madisonvalley, @ 2022-05-26 02:10:00 |
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Entry tags: | !closed, !complete, !completed gdoc, !log, ~2022 may, ~~scott lang (hi_im_scott), ~~sharon carter (agentbroker) |
Who: Agent Ant (Scott Lang and Sharon Carter)
What: lunch
When: during the cravings plot
Where: The Bug House
Rating/Warnings: Low
Status: Completed via Gdoc
“Scott?” Sharon called once she was back in the house. She was pretty sure the rest of the residents were out, but she was also fairly confident that Scott was home. Or, at least, she thought so. She’d just run out to the deli to get the strangest sandwich ever… and now she was looking forward to eating it. She’d gotten him a sandwich for lunch, too.
She tugged the bags of chips and wrapped sandwiches out of the bag and set them on plates, then went to the fridge to dig out some drinks.
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“Sharon!” He had been craving a sandwich all day. It didn’t really matter what kind of sandwich, just the fact that it was to be a sandwich was more than enough. And when he saw Sharon enter the house with a bag of what looked like sandwiches… he was more than pleased.
“DId you bring me food?” he asked, arching an eyebrow as he made his way toward his girlfriend.
“I certainly hope it’s a sandwich,” he said. He leaned in and placed a quick kiss against her lips before taking one of the sandwiches off the counter.
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“Tuna,” Sharon responded, then returned the kiss before finishing the unpacking of the bag and organizing of items on the counter. She opened up her sandwich and started piling the salt and vinegar chips right on top of the tuna. “I’ve been… craving this. I don’t know why. I don’t know if it’ll be any good, either, I just wanted it.” The sandwich put back together, she didn’t even wait until she was seated at the table before diving in and taking a big bite. Then she groaned with satisfaction (a sound he was probably very used to).
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“That sounds like something I need,” he said, as he grabbed the bag of salt and vinegar chips once she was through with it. He opened up his tuna sandwich, and placed the rest of the chips on the sandwich. After hearing Sharon’s reaction to her sandwich, he had a feeling it was going to be exactly what he needed.
He took a bite of the reorganized sandwich, and made a small sound. “This was an excellent idea, Sharon.” While he hadn’t been craving a particular sandwich, he had been craving a sandwich.
And it was delicious.
“I wonder why you were craving this,” he mused.
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“I’ve no idea,” Sharon admitted. “People on the network were talking about craving things, and… well, it seemed perfect to me.” She took another big bite and chewed. Honestly, she couldn’t get enough. And even after finishing this sandwich, she was sure that she was going to want more. She’d have to go back and get more, or figure out how to make things at home. Alyssa had been kind to make her tuna the day before, but she went through that pretty quickly.
“...could it be one of the strange Dome things?”
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“I do think it has something to do with the Dome,” Scott decided. “It has to. Otherwise… why else would everyone be craving all these different foods?” he asked, taking another bite of his sandwich. “I would think an occasional person would imply pregnancy, but this is basically everyone. Not just the women, either.”
He shrugged a bit, and down the rest of the sandwich. “We’re going to have to stock up on tuna, I think.”
The strange thing was Scott hadn’t been a big tuna fan before today.
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“I dunno. Maybe the Dome is trying to entertain itself. If It was me, I’d make everyone crave the same thing.” That would be evil, wouldn’t it? Fistfights in the supermarket.
Sharon laughed. “I think so, too. Honestly, as much as I’ve enjoyed tuna in the past, I’ve never really craved it this way. I didn’t know it was possible to crave it this way.”
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Scott laughed softly at Sharon’s words, “I would as well,” he agreed. “Make everyone crave tuna or something. All the delis and grocery stores running out of sandwich making supplies for tuna sandwiches.”
He grinned a bit at his girlfriend, and reached over to snag a bit of her sandwich. Something he knew was a dangerous, dangerous thing.
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“Right?” Sharon grinned, blushing just a little. It wasn’t that evil, was it? Sharon struggled with that sometimes. The things she had to do to get by… she didn’t want to think about it most of the time. But now… now she was free from all the darkness in her past. This wasn’t that dark, right? It was quite light, considering. --At least, that was what she told herself.
“What??” She scoffed, laughed, and drew away just the tiniest bit. “Be careful, lover, I might just bite your fingers.”
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Scott gasped softly at Sharon’s words, then grinned mischievously. “What if I want you to bite me?” he asked, smirking slightly. He leaned in and kissed her quickly, but refrained from stealing any more of her food. He knew she was quite capable of biting him for stealing her food.
“Maybe you should have gotten more salt and vinegar chips, then, love,” he said, laughing softly. He really wasn’t upset about not being able to have more. He just wanted more.
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Sharon laughed softly. "Well, I suppose then you should just ask nicely," she responded, raising an eyebrow as if challenging him to give it a try. She would, if he wanted her to.
"We could go out for more later. …or sooner. Honestly, I want to stock mote in the house."
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“We should definitely go out to get more,” he decided, before deciding to risk his life to steal another of her chips. He knew it was a risky move, but he also had a feeling she wouldn’t actually hurt him.
Too much.
“And plenty of tuna as well, I think.” Because they needed to stock up. Who knew when this would end?
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Okay, so she wouldn’t actually bite him. Here. The bedroom, on the other hand? All bets were off. Sharon might tie him down and do impossible things to him.
“Definitely. We’ll go get more chips and tuna and… some of these rolls. And some other salad fixings.” How could she be thinking about so much food when they’d just finished their sandwiches?
“I think after we get back, I’ll need you to take my mind off of sandwiches. I’m obsessed right now. I need a distraction.”
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“How about I distract you now?” he asked, smirking slightly. He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. A soft kiss that turned into a deeper, more longing kiss. “I love you, you know,” he said as he pulled away.
“Perhaps I can distract you and then we get more sandwich stuff and then I distract you some more.”
Because he desperately wanted to distract Sharon from absolutely everything except going into the bedroom.
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The suggestion about having a distraction now brought a grin to Sharon’s lips. She returned the soft kiss, following it as it became deeper, a little hungrier. When he pulled away, she responded with, “I know.” (Yes, that was a Star Wars reference. She wasn’t a megafan, but Carrie Fisher was a goddess, may she rest in peace.)
Sharon chuckled softly. “Yes, please.” Because she wanted many, many distractions today. She didn’t even care about cleaning up after lunch. Now she just wanted to go to the bedroom.
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“You just Han Solo-ed me,” he said, a little impressed. He knew she had known some pop culture things that he knew, but he didn’t realize she had known Star Wars. Though it didn’t surprise him too terribly much. A lot of people knew the movies. At least one of them.
“We can get tuna and supplies after I thoroughly distract you,” he told her, as he rose from his spot at the table. “Now, come on. Bedroom. We don’t want to scar any of the residents here.”
Though he wasn’t sure they’d be too scarred.
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“I did. Am I not allowed to be a Star Wars nerd?” Sharon asked, grinning softly. It wasn’t like she was super nerdy, but she could be a little nerdy, anyway. “Does that make me more or less sexy?”
“Yes, Sir.” Sharon stood from her spot at the table and reached for his hand. Together they moved from the kitchen to the bedroom, fingers twined. She smirked along the way. “I like it when you get all commanding.”
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