This started out as word prompt (ice cream) but I had to add a Part 2 because as always, I can't ever write something without a little smut. It was also published over on Tumblr under the same name. The first part is fairly short as the prompt had a 100-500 word limit but the second part is a little longer.
Bass' How-To Guide to Eating Ice Cream - Part 1
Charlie couldn't believe she was laughing that hard. And not just at anything but at something Bass had said. Her stomach was hurting and her eyes filled with tears as she tried to stop. It was hard when all he did was laugh along with her, the corner of his eyes crinkling from pure joy. The though of him being left tied up to his bed with ice cream on his junk would be forever burned in her mind.
"That's what you get for being a douche." She said between cackling.
He chuckled. "I didn't deserve it that time, I swear." After a few moments, the laughter died down. Charlie bit her lip, looking at him appreciatively and inadvertently releasing a sigh. He smiled at her, God she was beautiful. Never in a million years would he have thought he'd be sitting alone with her like this, sharing a drink and bonding like old pals. Charlie had the ability to make him feel young again, starting with the incessant flirting that always left him wanting more.
Somewhere along the way they'd crossed the boundary between allies and friends. Anything else beyond that was blurred, although they saw glimpses of what could be from the chats they'd engage in from time to time. Nothing ever went past that, however, both too afraid to ruin what they had. They were holding on to a tension-filled rope and neither had been brave enough to cause it to snap yet.
Charlie was leaning over slightly, giving him a pretty good view of what was hidden under her shirt. "What did it taste like?" She asked flirtatiously.
He cocked an eyebrow, "What?"
"The ice cream." She simpered.
He shrugged. "Delicious."
Charlie slapped his thigh, removing her hand slowly. "No shit, Captain Obvious." They laughed. "I'm serious. Tell me."
Bass' eyes were filled with mischief. "The trick is in eating it." He began, "You can't do it too fast, otherwise you won't fully enjoy it. But if you lick it too slow it can get boring."
Charlie was listening intently, her lips parting without saying a word. "It's soft as soon as you run your tongue over it and frankly, when the sweet taste touches your mouth it's impossible to stop lapping it up." He grinned.
"You lick the sides... the center... suck on the little tip gently." He licked his lips. Charlie could feel a warmth expanding in her belly. "The creaminess in the center is the best–"
She laughed, shaking her head. "You're disgusting." She pressed her hand against his chest pushing him away.
"You asked–"
"I asked you to describe ice cream not your method of eating pus–" She trailed off. "For the record, it would've been better if you had actually shown me." Bass' mouth dropped open as she came to her feet.
"Where are you going? I'm not done yet."
"It sucks when you don't get to finish, doesn't it?" She teased, leaving him on the porch all alone.
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