Her eye twitched as he slowly slipped his tongue out and took a drawn out lick, leaving the silver spoon clean and shiny.
Sasuke took a look at her, then smirked.
"Do you perhaps-" his tongue swerved around the spoon slowly before he continued in his extremelydarkseductive voice, " Want sssome?"
Hinata stared at her hands, her face growing warm. She repressed an embarrassed smile.
No, Hinata. You mustn't be charmed by his swiveling tongue, nor the beautiful scent of that cobbler, she told herself, though she couldn't help but stare as the spoon inched it's way between his soft lips.
Sasuke glanced at her in between moans of taste bud pleasure and held back a grin. She was going to break, and he was going to win the bet. Hinata's cravings for sweets always betrayed her.
"Ano, Sasuke-kun, m-maybe you should let me h-help you with that..."
He flicked his tongue back and forward on the spoon and gave her a dark look.
"With what?"
"With...With...With..."
He almost chuckled.
"Hmm?"
"If you continue eating that, you'll gain weight and you'll grow breast and they'll be bigger then mine and you'll have some to play with so you wont see mine and that means that the bet will no longer be valid."
Hinata gave him a warm smile.
Sasuke looked violated.
Then he shoved the spoon back into his mouth.
And he did so repeatedly.
"OKAY! You win! Just...Just give me the damned peach cobbler already!"
And so, Sasuke gave his trademark smirk, before sliding the bowl to a psycho-looking Hinata.
"You, Hyuga, owe me a look at your twins."
