Strawberry Kiss
Oh, was he pissed. He was steaming. He wanted to devil trigger and rip something to shreds. He wanted the whole world to burn, all because of her.
That little rat. Lady, on his precious couch red lips delighted on strawberries. Dante's favorite. He loved strawberries. Strawberry sundaes, strawberry ice cream, chocolate strawberries, he loved all of it. But here she was…
Torturing him. All under the pretense that if he can control himself until she was done, she would give him a present. There was not a single thing in the world that was worth this torture. He couldn't stand his curiosity, though, as to what was in that bag that held his "surprise".
She took another bite, slow and meaningful, rolling it around in her mouth as she enjoyed both the taste and the look of sheer hatred Dante was shooting her. Oh this had better be worth it. If that bag didn't have something that would make him squeal like a giddy schoolgirl, he didn't know what he would do to this woman.
His glare intensified once more; she was dragging a half-eaten strawberry along her lips, reddening them even more. Aw hell, now Dante was wanting those too! Why was she doing this to him!? He moved to stand, only to be scolded, "Ah, ah! You have to remain seated until I'm done, then you get your surprise."
He hated her. Hated her so much right now that his love for her was almost being engulfed. This was the very definition of torture. He wanted to claw his hair off of his head to direct his agony elsewhere, and-
Wait. He had to stay seated. She loved to think he was an ignoramus. And, admittedly, he didn't deny that he occasionally fit the title well. However, he had his moments. Like right now.
She said he had to remain seated. She never said the seat had to stay where it was. He dropped his legs off his desk, ignoring her warning glare. He dug his heels into the floor then pulled, grinning as his throne slowly but surely dragged along the wood floor.
When he looked up and locked icy blue with dual colored eyes, he grinned maliciously as her own grin melted into a look of shock. He had outsmarted her. Something he rarely ever did, and he was enjoying every moment of it.
He slowly made his way over to her, smirking as she shakily began eating her strawberries again. By the time she had whittled down to the last one, he was inches away from her, staring, blue eyes boring into her. She was taking her sweet time, he knew, but he also was aware that being that close to her was making her nervous.
One bite…. Then another… then a nibble- "Damn it, woman will you hurry up!?"
She gave a half lidded glare, then smirked, "Almost done. It's my last one, so I'm enjoying it."
"A little too much, if you ask me…" Dante grumbled before yelping, a sharp pain running through him due to Lady kicking him in the shins.
He kept his eyes on her as he nursed his wound. She took another nibble, then another… then another… and then-Finally!- she tossed the top to the floor. She loudly licked her fingers clean, then moved for the bag.
"Well, you did stay seated. Despite being a smart ass and playing around with the rules, I suppose you still deserve this."
Dante's eyes widened as she hefted out a case of six bottles. This was what he was waiting for!? Beer?! This is why he-
"It's strawberry flavored Everclear."
All negative thoughts disappeared. "Everclear?"
"You've said you've had a few days lately that you wish you could just forget, but you can never get drunk enough to lose sight of the past day." He was listening, yes, but he was also staring at the percentage and proof on his prize.
Speechless. He was absolutely speechless. This was definitely worth the torture, especially since he was going to be forgetting about it tonight after he got some of this stuff in his system.
"What, not even a thank you?"
He was considering it, though he was more interested in another prize. His eyes locked onto the other strawberry flavored treat in the office; those lips he so adored. There was no doubt she had traced his gaze and realized his plan. No doubt she figured he wouldn't.
You give a man a way to forget any pain of the day, though, and you make it easy for him to indulge in treats and not fear the damage he would take as punishment.
Plus, he was close enough to do it without even trying. Which he did; he closed the gap and locked lips with her. Oh, damn strawberries tasted better on her lips! Oh, if only this could last even-
BANG
His head hit the floor with a thud. Above him he could see Lady fuming, eyebrow twitching, and her gun smoking. S&W .38. Haven't been hit by that in a while… Good choice.
Just as good as that strawberry kiss he stole.