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C is for…
1. Cigarette-
She reaches out and grabs his pack of cigarettes. "You know," she starts in that way of hers that forces him to look directly at her. She holds up the pack. "These things will kill you." He laughs and still can't(won't) look away as she shakes one of the aforementioned cancer sticks out of the pack and puts it to her lips, her other hand quickly igniting it. He takes it out of her mouth, his bright emerald eyes sparkling with mirth. "No princess." She raises a cranberry-colored eyebrow as he takes a long drag. He smiles at her in that wolfish way of his that sends shivers running down her spine. He blows a cloud of smoke in her direction as he finishes his comment, handing her back her cigarette. "You will."
2. Cream-
When she finally agreed to go out to dinner with him, (after months and months of him begging, not that he would admit it, and of her inner battle to remain strong, hard to get, not caving) she swore he looked like the cat who got the cream. When she told him as much, that very night, while at said dinner, he just smiled at her in that wolfish (predatory) way she (didn't know then that she) would come to recognize and would still send shivers down her spine, just like it did right then.
3. Chocolate-
She had this odd (especially for a girl) thing with chocolate. She was very picky about it. Chocolate flavored things? She hated them. Chocolate cake, chocolate ice cream, chocolate frosting, chocolate flavored candy, it's all out of the question. She actually hardly even liked milk chocolate. She couldn't have too much of it at one time, in any case. And don't even think to offer her dark chocolate. She would probably refuse, even under pain of death. "Too bitter" she would always tell him, as she scrunched her nose up in that way of hers he loves. She did like white chocolate thought. He just wished it wasn't so expensive. So imagine the hard time he had trying to figure out what he could get her for Valentine's Day.
The extra 5 bucks he spent getting her the last box of white chocolate covered strawberries (in town) was well worth it when he was trailing them over her body later that night (as part of his present)
4. Carnival-
When he heard the carnival would be in town that weekend, he cursed his luck, knowing she would be told before he even thought about hiding it from her. He spent the rest of his lunch break planning out how exactly he was going to get out of this (he wasn't.)
Two days later, he found himself being dragged down main street, pushing a shopping cart from who knows where (he has his ways) that was filled with bags of cotton candy, plastic containers of funnel cake and wrapped up caramel apples. "So we can have a taste of the fair at home!" was what she told him. After this trip, he doubted he would want any more fair until next year (if even then.)
But she wanted to be there, and she wanted to take it home. So he stopped at every game stall and won her all the stuffed and inflatable things she wanted (even if it meant he was going around back with the guy running the game and promised bodily harm. If she asked he would just tell her he mentioned how "obviously rigged these games are" and "I'm sure the reporters at the newspaper would love to write a report on this." Being as small towns bring in the most money, this threat shut him up.)
When they were home later and he walked out of his shower, ready to fall into the personal heaven that was his bed with his girl all ready to snuggle up with him, he couldn't even get mad at the sight in front of him.
There was Kairi, already asleep, curled up in his bed with all her (his) prizes spread out around her. He could only shake his head and head to the couch, where he would be sleeping for the night, being as there was no room left for him in his own bed.
5. Candy-
She had an addiction. Plain and simple. She didn't realize it, and when it was pointed out to her that she just might want to talk to her therapist about her problem (which was really what it was) she denied even having a problem (or a therapist, for that matter). He knew she was in denial, because that's the only way she really wouldn't realize she was addicted to candy. For god's sake, he couldn't pass a candy store with her without her trying to go in! Any section in the grocery store that had candy in it would get stopped at, and more often than not, she would pick up a bag of something or other. You know how most girls when they got their pay check made a beeline straight to the nearest clothing store? She would do that with candy. It was why she couldn't work at a candy shop. She would never leave.
Try as he might, though, he couldn't really bring himself to mind. As much candy as she ate, she smelled like it constantly, as though a heavy cloud of the scent hung around her.
It was a good thing he'd always had a bit of a sweet tooth, because she always tasted like it, too.