Title: What's Black and White and Sexy All Over?
Rating: PG-13/possibly R
Fandom: Judging Amy
Paring: Bruce/Amy
Disclaimer: I don't own Judging Amy or Bruce or Amy or any of the characters from the show. They belong to CBS.
Author's Notes: Comes from the fandom meme where you write down 12 characters from various fandoms, and there are random questions asked. One question that showed up for Bruce was what his secret kink was. You'll find out what it is once you read this.

What's Black and White and Sexy All Over?

"I'm just going to take a wild guess and say that the can of whipped cream is for the hot chocolate."

Amy slumped down on the sofa next to Bruce, who was shaking a can of whipped cream, and he gave her a sidelong look. "You don't think I know how to be kinky, do you?" he asked,taking off the cap and spraying a stream of white into each of their cups.

Amy gaped at him. "No, no, I never said that." He raised an eyebrow at her. "Okay, I was thinking it. But that's your own fault."

He let out a short laugh. "And how is that?"

Amy grinned. "Well, being Mr. By The Book doesn't really scream kinky, if you know what I mean."

Bruce grunted. "Huh. Well, I will prove to you that you are wrong."

Amy raised her own eyebrow. "You certainly have me intrigued now."

"As I knew I would," he said. She stuck her tongue out at him. "Lie down."

"What?" Now Amy was a bit worried. "Why?"

"You'll see, Miss Doubtful," he said, and she cautiously lay down on the sofa, keeping her gaze on him the entire time. "Okay, you ready?"

Amy whimpered. "I don't know," she said, voice a bit shaky.

"Relax," Bruce ordered her, laughing. He kneeled between her knees and started shaking the can again, reaching up and pulling up the bottom of her shirt at the same time. Finally, he lowered the can to her bare stomach and shot a line of whipped cream across her skin.

Amy giggled. "Wow, that is cold," she said in between laughs.

"Well, that feeling is about to change," Bruce announced, and lowered his head to her midriff, where he licked a long line of the fluffy dairy product from her flesh.

Amy gasped at the first touch of his tongue. "Geez, Bruce, I didn't realize you had this in you," she managed to say, enjoying the feel of his hot tongue on her stomach.

He removed the rest of the whipped cream with his tongue before pulling down her shirt and moving his attention up to her face. "Told you I'd surprise you."

Amy giggled again. "And that you did. Got anymore surprises in store?"

He didn't answer, just simply waggled his eyebrows before going in for a kiss.