One sip please just one ill be quick i promise

Faiyah stood at the entrance to the greenhouse garden, her vermillion hair catching a faint glow that came from inside, and she scrunched her nose as though to block out the overpowering aroma of the blooms, which had a pleasant, but almost too sweet scent. Fluttering motes made of light danced around her horns, casting faint yellow reflections onto the glass walls of the Heavenly Embassy’s garden. She stretched lazily, looking around for the Cherubun who gave her today’s task.

"Primrosee, daaarling," she called, dragging out the syllables as though she had all the time in the world. "Remind me again why I'm the one here, doing this dirty work for you? I thought Cherubuns adored digging their dainty little hands in the soil. Isn't it like, holy or something?"

Primrose appeared around the corner, stepping into view, his golden halo radiating above neatly combed blonde locks. His white and gold clothing was immaculate, untouched by dirt, as if even nature itself dared not tarnish his garments. He held a little golden watering can in one hand, which seemed more ceremonial than practical, perfectly reflecting his holier-than-thou aura.

"Because, Faiyah," he said, with an irritated sigh "this garden is vital to the Cherubuns' well-being. Down here, these blooms are the only source of ambrosia, which helps sustain us. You are free to leave if you are unable to take that seriously."

With a mischievous smile, Faiyah swung her hips playfully as she moved farther into the greenhouse. "Oh, but then, angel, who would keep you on your toes?" From one of the growing stems, she picked a leaf and twirled it aimlessly in her fingers. Primrose lunged before she could indulge any more, snatching it away with surprising speed.

"Stop that! These plants are delicate! We'll have to wait weeks for another bloom if you damage one," he yelled, then continued, "And don't think for a second you're the only Succubun who enjoys harassing me here." after realizing that his outburst exposed too much annoyance.

Faiyah's grin deepened as she noted the faint pink tinge spreading across Primrose’s cheeks. Flustering him felt like a sport—too easy and endlessly entertaining. "Relaaax," she said, crouching beside an empty planter box. "I'll get the job done, okay? But you owe me something sweet afterward." She dragged a finger through the soil, testing its texture. "Maybe a taste of ambrosia? I hear it’s simply, well… heavenly."

Primrose’s expression darkened. "Absolutely not. Ambrosia is sacred. It’s not for Succubuns."

"Ooh, sacred and forbidden~" Faiyah purred. "Angel, you sure know how to make it sound tempting!" She flicked a seed into the air and caught it effortlessly. "So do these tiny little things really grow into some beautiful glowing flowers? You better not be lying to me, Primcutie~"

Ignoring her question, he just knelt beside her, every movement deliberate and precise—a stark contrast to her carefree nature. He cupped a seed in his palm as though it were a fragile relic. "They need gentleness," he instructed. "Light, warmth, and care—not your usual brand of, ugh, chaos."

Faiyah rolled her eyes but mimicked his movements, pressing a seed into the soil and patting it down with more care than he’d expected. "There. Happy?"

Primrose inspected her work, his lips pressed into a thin line. "I suppose that will do," He poured water from the golden can, the liquid catching and refracting light as it fell. "But don’t get ahead of yourself. We’re far from finished."

She had the urge to respond or just complain, but her pride was so strong that she bit her tongue and simply smiled at him. If a serious, obedient Faiyah was required to finish these tasks and have a chance to taste a drop of ambrosia, then she would simply comply.

Hours crawled by as they continued working side by side, and Faiyah, despite her earlier protests, found herself enjoying the rhythm of the task. The soil was cool and soft between her fingers, and she took her time placing each seed, as if daring Primrose to criticize her efforts. At one point, she caught him staring at her. "What? Already impressed by my skills?" she teased, brushing dirt off her knees.

Primrose looked away quickly, clearing his throat. "Hardly. I was just… surprised you’re actually trying."

Faiyah grinned, leaning closer to him. "See? I’m not all bad." Her voice again softened to a purr. "You might even like me if you gave it a chance~"

His ears flushed pink once more, and he rose abruptly, brushing invisible dirt off his clothes. "As if—Let’s focus, shall we? The seeds need to be carefully planted, and we’ll have to monitor them closely. It’s delicate work."

She stood up as well, moving close enough to cause him to back off a step. "You’re so serious all the time, it’s painfully adorable!" She picked up a trowel and handed it to him with exaggerated care. "Fine, I’ll keep behaving, playing nice—for now. But you owe me something sweet after this." Thinking inwardly "One sip of ambrosia, pleaseee."  Her lush heart could simply not resist.

Primrose hesitated. The sharpness in his expression softened—just for a moment. "Maybe." He muttered, almost too quietly to be heard. Faiyah's grin widened, but she let the moment slip without pressing further. She would have more time anyway.

By the time they finished, the greenhouse looked so alive, rows of seeds carefully placed in the soil, ready to be watered and cared for in the upcoming days. Faiyah wiped her hands on her pants, stepping back to admire their work.

"Not bad," she admitted. "I guess you’re not completely hopeless after all."

Primrose crossed his arms, but there was a faint tug at the corners of his mouth—a smile he refused to let bloom. "Likewise."

Faiyah tilted her head, watching him with amusement. "Careful, angel. Keep that up and I might actually start thinking you’re fun."

Without another word, he turned abruptly and made his way to the greenhouse door. Faiyah smirked to herself and followed, butterfly motes flying all around her. Even though the Heavenly Embassy was still an odd place, she didn't mind getting her hands dirty for once.