This is a random sickfic that I've been working on and messing with for months that I'm just going to finally give up on and post it for whoever wants to enjoy it as is.
Title: Peppermint Cookies
Author: Sickficfan
Gender Getting Sick: Female
Character Relationship: Straight Couple
It was almost midnight on Christmas Eve. Blake and Miranda were relaxing on the couch having drinks. Somewhere between getting buzzed and drunk they had ended up playing truth or dare.
Blake: Your turn. Truth or Dare?
Miranda: Truth.
Blake: Could you eat a dozen of those peppermint cookies in one sitting?
Miranda: I said truth, not dare, Blake.
Blake: I didn't dare you to eat them. I just wanted you to answer truthfully if you thought you could.
Miranda: Fine, then yeah I think I could if I wanted to.
Blake: Yeah, right. You tried to get me to finish the one you tried when you realized they have way too much peppermint in them.
Miranda: Well, if I had a choice, then no I wouldn't eat those, but I'm definitely am physically capable of eating them if I wanted to.
Blake: I don't believe you. No one touches those again after politely eating one the first time they come to a Shelton Christmas. Prove it.
Miranda: No, it's your turn. Truth or dare?
Blake: I dare you to prove it!
Miranda: Fine, I will! Go get them.
Blake went and got the cookies, which had been sitting on the dining room table. He set the plate on the coffee table in front of the couch. Miranda counted out twelve cookies and settled back into the couch with six in each hand.
Miranda started eating the cookies and continued at a steady pace that wasn't fast, but also wasn't quite slow either. It wasn't until cookie number nine that she hesitated for a moment midway through the cookie.
Blake took notice of the hesitation and began to be aroused at the idea of Miranda puking. Miranda turned to look at him and fixed him with one of her signature death stares because she had now realized he won either way.
If she stopped now, she thought she could probably avoid being sick, but then he'd get the satisfaction of being right that she couldn't eat a dozen cookies. If she continued, she was still confident she'd prove that she could, but he'd probably end up satisfied in getting off on watching her puke. Her stubborn side of wanting to be right won out and quickly finished off the last three cookies.
Blake: You know, you already won the dare. You don't have to keep it down.
Flipped him off as she sat there compulsively swallowing still not wanting to give him the satisfaction of watching her puke.
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