The following stories are just drabbles that've come from prompts on my tumblr (verysugarberry) or ones I come up with when I'm bored. I'll try and update this with fluffy pieces whenever I can, but I am currently working on a fully fledged sugary fanfic so stay tuned for that. Note: none of these are connected! They're not in any order, just drabbles. ENJOY.
Candy was her kryptonite. She blamed her namesake for her sweet tooth. You name it, she loved it. As long as it was sweet, and covered in sugar, you bet your ass she would like it. Now, here she was. Sat in front of her so called boyfriend. The boyfriend that was currently denying her the one thing she wanted most. Candy. He hand a whole bag full of sweet assortments they had got at the mall earlier in the day. Now he was refusing to share. "Rory.." She pouted, making her look like a child and completely adorable at the same time.
He smiled, raising his eye brows. It was nice to tease her for a change. He was usually the victim, she loved mimicking his accent and messing up his hair. It was okay though, cause he loved her. And it. Still, he was going to get as much out of this as he could. "Aye, Sug?"
She rolled her eyes. "Hand over the candy."
"Don't yer have enough sugar in yer system?"
"Your hilarious, Irish."
"If yer wanted candy, yer going t'a have t'a be nice to me."
She folded her arms, before an idea formed in her head. From her position on the edge of the bed, she began to crawl towards him where he was sat against the headboard. She reached him, she pulled his head down to meet hers and kissed him softly. Tenderly, but with a lot of passion. To his annoyance, she stopped that pretty quickly but soon began to pepper kisses across his jaw. "Best." kiss. "boyfriend." kiss. "ever." kiss. "in." kiss. "the." kiss. "history." kiss. "of." kiss. "boyfriends."
She carried on like that, placing butterfly kisses on his lips and neck, muttering sweet little things as she did so. "Your way better at being Irish than the kid from One Direction." and "your totally my pot of gold." By now, Sugar knew that if she wanted the delicious candy he was hiding, all she had to do was ask. He'd give in. VICTORY.
Just as she went to pull away though, he turned the tables and pushed her against the bed. Careful not to squish her, he began pressing kisses to her face and neck. Rory, in turn whispered things in her ear. Cute things about her being beautiful, and the best thing that ever happened to him. She almost melted, the sweets forgotten as she thought about how hard she had fallen for this boy. Almost.
Pushing his head away from her lips, she smiled. "Do I get my candy now?"
Of course she did. Sugar Motta was Rory Flanagan's candy girl, and just as much as sweet things were her kryptonite, she was his.