Drabble 1:

Chocolate

His wife loved chocolates. Dark, white, almond-filled, plain or éclair. She all loved them, to the point that she was eating them almost all the time. When he said almost, it meant that she only stops eating them when she's asleep or in the bathroom. That, or he was just exaggerating a bit. Heck, she also managed to sneak a way to eat them whenever they make love. Shaking the thoughts of her licking chocolate syrup off his neck or her leaving a trail of wet kisses down his stomach while nibbling on some bits of chocolate bars, his wife's addiction to that dark temptation was starting to worry Leon.

He hadn't noticed that addiction of Ada until they got married six months ago. It wasn't that often at first, but these past two months, it has gotten severe, that he couldn't help but notice it.

Not only he was worried for her health, but he was also worried that she might lose her more-curves-than-a-cyclone figure. Having a wife that could give Kate Moss a run for her money has its perks... and he wouldn't want them to slip away now, would he?

"Honey," he murmured, grabbing her attention away from that classical novel she was reading... and that raisin-filled Cadbury she was munching. He resisted the urge to lick off that smudge of chocolate on the corner of her lips and focused.

"Yes, handsome?" Her emerald eyes were now focused on him, a seductive smile slowly curving on her lips, and suddenly his plan of talking some sense into her was slowly slipping away. He blinked as he crawled beside her on the king-sized bed in their bedroom.

"Well... I, uh..."

"Yes?" She shot him a lazy quizzical look and slid up a hand to his chest.

Oh, man. He should have known it wasn't going to be that easy.

"Love, don't you think... don't you think you've been eating too much of that?" He shot a pointing glance to the soft, dark brown culprit.

She followed his glance with a confused look and raised an elegant eyebrow. "I have?"

There's no way she wouldn't have noticed that, he thought, knowing how keen his wife is. "Yes, hon. I think you're taking much than before. I... I thought you knew."

For a moment, she fell silent, her gaze locked on the chocolate bar. Then, after a few moments, her eyes sparkled, as if understanding had dawned on her. She looked up, met his gaze again, this time mischief was visible on her eyes, and her slender arms snaked around his waist. She grinned wickedly, pressed her forehead on his, and planted a firm kiss on his lips. "I think I have found an alternate addiction."

He grinned back, his gaze darkening, and his arms also went around her, the issue slowly slipping away from his mind. "Yeah?"

"This." Her lips met his, and for a second, her small tongue wandered aimlessly on his mouth, while nibbling his lower lip from time to time. His left arm remained on her waist while the other curled around her neck. When they paused to gasp some air, he asked. "Alternate?"

"Yes," She made a small peck on his lips and continued, "I knew your lips tasted way better than chocolates." She continued showering small kisses on his face when he asked another question. "And the other reason is...?"

"Smart handsome," she purred, slid her hand on his chest and continued, "I thought too much intake of it could be unhealthy for us."

"You mean for you." He wasn't that fond of sweets, unlike her.

"No, for us." Her gaze shifted down towards her tummy and smiled.

The look on his face made his wife laugh throatily.