A friend of mine wanted me to write a Jez/Morgead story involving ice cream. This is the result. Don't forget to review!
"I-"
"Aaaaaah!"
"-You-"
"AaAAah!"
"-We all-"
"Aaiyaii!"
"-For ice cream!"
Eleven-year-old Jez Redfern plucked the ice cream cone from the limp hand of her victim. The firey-haired girl kicked the body carelessly over the rotting edge of the dock, watching it sink into churning, slate-gray waters.
"Bye-bye, now," She licked a smattering of red droplets that had spilt onto the ice cream with a satisfied smirk. Inhaling the familiar briny, fishy scent of the old pier, Jez flipped herself onto gritty ground and swaggered through the semi-darkness beneath the dock.
"Want some, Morgy?" The girl questioned when she was met with a pair of sea-glass green eyes, "It's yummmy," she held the ill-gotten confection in front of her friend's face, which was as grimy as her own from playing rough games in the worst parts of town.
"If you insist," Morgead grinned and made a grab for the treat, but Jez snatched it back just as his fingers brushed the rough surface of the cone.
"Too bad!" Silvery eyes glimmered deviously in the darkness, "It's all mine."
Morgead scowled, "Whatever. It's not like I actually want any of that disgusting human food," The twelve-year-old crossed his arms and leaned back against a sand pile to show just how much he did not care.
"Good," Jez beamed and preceeded to devour the ice cream with ostentacious and, Morgead wanted to slap himself for thinking, provocative relish.
"Mm-mmmmmmm," Jez's eyes closed, like those of a junkie after taking a hit off their drug of choice, and she moaned in pleasure with every long, slow lick of the cone.
Morgead glared unamusedly at the ginger, who pretended to be oblivious to his fury.
"Dammit, Jez, give me the ice cream!"
Jez's face lit up at his outburst, "No!"
It's worth mentioning that Morgead typically didn't hit girls, but Jez wasn't a girl-she was his best friend, and right now she was doing her damndest to drive him into a murderous rage.
"Jezabel Redfern, I am warning you. Give. Me. The. Ice Cream."
Jez smirked cockily and put her hands on her hips, the picture of defiance, "Make. Me."
Instead of anger, a strange grin slid across Morgead's face, "If you insist."
Moregead lunged and, to Jez's immense shock, crushed his black-topped had into hers, causing their lips to smash together. The kiss was rough and awkward, but that didn't stop Jez's heart from nearly stopping when their lips collided.
When the kiss ended abruptly seconds later, they were both bewildered and breathing hard, and Morgead was holding the ice cream cone. Jez snarled inwardly at the victorious smirk on her friend's face before realizing that she knew just how to wipe it off..