Conversation is Overrated
By S. Faith, © 2012
Words: 493
Rating: M/R
Summary: Sweethearts for the sweethearts.
Disclaimer: Not my characters. Also, I didn't write the candies.
Notes: So the UK companion candy (to ours in the US) is individually far too big for this story. So. Book Universe!
BE MINE
"Bridget, what are you doing?"
"Shh."
UR KIND
YOU RULE
"Bridget—"
"Lie still or you'll ruin it."
"Ruin what?"
MY BABY
LET'S KISS
BE MINE
ALL MINE
BE MINE
LOVER BOY
"This is getting to be a bit ridiculous."
"Give me a few more minutes and you might not think so."
HOW NICE
…
Bridget sat up on her knees from her position next to him and smirked in a very satisfied way. The last of the conversation hearts she'd chosen from the box had been placed just under his navel, forming an elongated, slightly misshapen heart across his chest and down his abdomen.
"What in the world have you done?" he asked, his voice a bit strained and impatient. "What are those?"
"They're a present from Tom, all the way from San Francisco. Sort of like Love Hearts but…" She trailed off. "A little more bite-sized."
"What?"
"Don't say 'what', Mark, say 'pardon'. Actually, don't say anything at all or they'll roll away before…"
"Before what?"
"Shh," she said again.
Gingerly she straddled his hips then leaned over to place her lips on the first of the candy hearts, one just over his heart, making sure they lingered on his skin as she pulled the candy into her mouth. As she raised her head, crunching on the candy, she lifted her gaze to look at him. She was pleased to see he understood her goal.
Slowly, deliberately, she moved from the next candy to the next, tracing a zigzag pattern from his right to his left, until the very last candy remained, HOW NICE, just under his navel. For this one she especially took her time; she traced her tongue on the skin around the candy, forming the shape of a heart.
From the way he shivered and moaned a little, she could tell it was having the exact effect she'd intended—not to mention the noticeable effect her ministrations had had on his person, an effect which could not be ignored, especially at such close proximity. She smirked again, then planted a kiss on his abdomen before sitting upright again. "Happy Valentine's."
Suddenly he sat up, reached for her, pulled her forward and wrapped his arms around her as he began to passionately kiss her. Just as suddenly, though, he broke away, and as she blinked in her confusion, she saw he had the oddest expression on his face.
"What?" she asked in a panic.
"Sour," he said. "Wasn't expecting sour."
She understood in an instant and began laughing. He was talking about the candy remnants in her mouth. "Sorry," she said.
"Don't apologise," he replied in a low voice. "After all, you've got more of those hearts, right?"
…
BE MINE
"And this one… yes. Right here."
"It'll never stay."
"It will. Just let me…"
"—Oh."
ANGEL
"And another here."
LOVE HER
MY WAY
"Mark…"
"Be still."
SWEET TALK
"And… the final touch."
TRUE LOVE
"Ohh."
The end.
Notes:
Sweethearts = The American version
Love Hearts = The British version
Search for them on Wikipedia or something. :)