A collection of drabbles about using chocolate as a means of seduction.

Henry McCord couldn't believe his luck. He put in his request for leave months ago, but being low man on the totem pole, he thought there was no way he would be granted leave the weekend before Valentine's Day, but here he was making the two hour drive to surprise his girlfriend. Henry hadn't bothered to mention it for fear he would get her hopes up, but now, on a Friday night, he wished he would've said something. He prayed she hadn't gone out with friends.

Pulling into Charlottesville after midnight didn't provide much in the way of Valentine's Day shopping, but Henry didn't want to show up empty handed. Roses, of course, had already been ordered and would appear on her doorstep on Valentine's Day proper, but this was sudden and he hadn't thought to buy anything.

Walking through the gas station, he picked up a king sized chocolate bar. He grinned as an idea formed. He quickly grabbed a bag of chocolate kisses, checked out and made a beeline to his girlfriend's apartment.

Elizabeth Adams sat alone in her apartment. It was Friday night and she'd turned down an offer to go to an Anti-Valentine's Day party with her roommate in hopes that her boyfriend, Henry, would call. She sat on the couch reading. It was after midnight, and she was exhausted from the long week, but she only had twenty or so pages left and she hated to leave a story unfinished.

Her head popped up when a knock on the door echoed through the apartment. "If Becki forgot her key again, so help me. She's lucky I wasn't already in bed." Elizabeth opened the door prepared to give Becki a perturbed look, but there was no one in the hallway. She started to close the door when something shiny caught her eye. There was a trail of chocolate kisses leading down the hall.

She was perplexed but smiled at the gesture. She loved chocolate. Elizabeth bent down to pick up three pieces and then moved forward and picked up three more. Moving around the corner the trail abruptly stopped. Moving to stand, she looked around and couldn't help but feel a little let down. There was some small part of her heart that let her believe that Henry was here. She missed him so deeply. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply. She swore she could smell him. Elizabeth forcefully exhaled and trudged back around the corner, stepping into the apartment, she laid the handful of kisses on the side table and began to open one, no longer caring where they came from. She just planned on spending the next few minutes eating her emotions.

"I know you like chocolate, but could I convince you to spend a little time with me first?" She didn't even fully comprehend what was happening, but Henry's arms were wrapped around her and she physically felt the tension she'd been carrying around for months seep away as she moulded herself to Henry's body.

"How? When?" she asked as she quickly chewed the small piece of chocolate.

"I put in a request months ago. I didn't think I'd get it." Henry might have wanted to say more, but Elizabeth's lips closed around his muffling his words.

"Were you trying to seduce me with chocolate?" she asked, pulling him toward the bedroom.

"I wasn't trying. I am seducing you with chocolate." Henry pushed the door closed and picked up the larger bar of chocolate. Placing a corner of the wrapped bar against her lips, he trailed it down her neck, between her breasts and past the waistband of her flannel pants.

Elizabeth pulled the bar from his hand, unwrapped it quickly and broke off a piece. "I don't want it to melt too fast." She tossed the rest of the bar on the nightstand and moved to sit in the middle of the bed. "Are you joining me or not, McCord?" She barely got the bite in her mouth before Henry pounced on her.