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He was watching her again. Her mouth, to be precise.
He liked watching it- he wouldn't go as far as to call it obsessive- oh well, okay, maybe a little.
Now Finn Nelson, resident epic slice and a particularly grumpy sod, wasn't one of those lads who liked to think about or watch girls eat- much less, obsess over the whole thing. But it wasn't his fault his eyes were trained to find her out in a room and fix on those pink, succulent lips- it was as if they were created with him in mind- they drew his gaze in with a strange magnetic pull he wasn't physically capable of resisting.
He craved for moments she'd bring something up to her lips- but they were rare. Whenever he was able to, he tried to offer her little snacks and bits in what he hoped passed off as an innocent, nonchalant manner- just so he would get a chance to watch her. She would refuse most of the times. As much as he loved to watch her eat, he discovered, to his utmost dismay, she was as reluctant to eating in front of others.
So to make up for the lack of these enticing opportunities, his imagination would take over and he'd picture wild scenarios like that of him feeding her whipped cream and strawberries- licking the cream off her lips and the juices dribbling down...till he drove himself mad with longing and desire.
Nothing could make up for the actual thing though. He couldn't stop reminiscing over the visuals of the first time he saw the tantalizing piece of chocolate delicately placed in between those full, luscious lips of hers...
Chop had brought liquor filled chocolate in for Valentine's that he'd been excitedly passing it around. When it came to her, she had rejected the proffered piece in a dismissive manner- saying it was so stupid and cliché to eat candy on Valentine's but Chop wouldn't take no for an answer. So he'd deftly popped a piece half into her mouth.
Rae had reluctantly held it there for a beat of a second, frowning at him, before she'd taken a shuddering breath and delicately bit into the chocolate. Finn'd been unable to tear his eyes away from those sensuous lips.
Then, slowly, seductively, she'd swallowed. And he had had to actually bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from doing something crazy. Has she really no idea of the effect she was having on him? He'd thought.
Fucking hell. She'd reduced him to a contemptuous pile of pitiful, obsessive, craving, wanton perversion!
So when they shared their first kiss and she asked him why he'd kissed her, he didn't really tell her the complete truth. It wasn't just that he'd simply wanted to because he liked her. Nor just that he'd also wanted to shut her up a bit as she gabbing on about it again, as he'd jokingly said. All of that was true but it wasn't the main reason behind his motivation.
What he didn't tell her was that the biggest reason for him kissing her had been that he'd discerned a little smear of chocolate left over on the corner of her bottom lip and he, after weeks of torturous fantasizing, hadn't been able to hold himself back any longer. It had sat there so innocently- just begging to be licked off- and he'd complied all too willingly. But he didn't tell her any of this-
Because there's always that slight likelihood that it'd only been his imagination playing tricks on him again.