Drabble/Icon Challenge 2024: Day 35

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Today's prompts:
A phrase: I knew I loved you before I met you.
Words: hot, mild
A song title: You Don't Have to Say You Love Me
Color: Pigeon

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Day 35 done

All For The Game - Jean Moreau & Catalina Alvarez - Breakfast - 216 words

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“Do you want hot sauce?” Cat asked.

“For what?” Jean responded.

“For your eggs.”

A look of revulsion crossed Jean's face.

“Please don't tell me they didn't let you have condiments at Evermore.”

“Okay.”

“Jean.”

“You said not to tell you.”

“How did you stand it? You went from France. France! To a place with no flavor at all.”

“I don't wish to talk about France.”

“That had to be a culture shock though.”

“I was happy to have food on my plate. At Evermore, food was there to provide nourishment, not as a source of pleasure. We sat, we ate, we went back out and practiced. The chefs ensured that we had a balanced diet and enough calories to handle the workload. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“Would you like to try the hot sauce now?”

“Maybe a few drops of it. Just there, on the side,” he said as she dispensed as requested. He took a forkful of eggs and dabbed at the sauce, then popped it into his mouth.

“Well?” she asked.

“Not bad. I can see where this- oh.” He started to cough.

“Need some milk?” she asked, already opening up the refrigerator door.

He nodded.

“Maybe we should have started with the mild and worked our way up to it,” Cat said.

Hot Summer Tension (Stiles/Derek, 205 words)

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Stiles leans against the cool brick wall, trying to catch his breath. The summer night air is hot, almost suffocating, but it’s a mild relief compared to the tension thrumming between him and Derek. They’ve been dancing around this for months, a slow burn that neither of them dared to ignite.

Derek stands a few feet away, his gaze intense as always, but tonight, there’s something more—something darker, more determined. The streetlamp above casts a soft glow, tinting the world in shades of pigeon gray, a muted color that somehow makes Derek’s eyes seem even more vivid.

“Why are we doing this?” Stiles finally asks, his voice a little rough around the edges.

“Doing what?” Derek’s voice is low, almost a growl, sending shivers down Stiles’ spine despite the heat.

“This... us, whatever this is,” Stiles gestures between them, feeling the weight of everything unsaid.

Derek steps closer, the space between them shrinking to nothing. “Because,” he says, his voice a mix of frustration and something else, something softer. “It’s too hot to keep pretending.”

Stiles doesn’t get a chance to reply before Derek’s lips are on his, the kiss searing and yet somehow still mild, like they’re both holding back. But for how long?

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