A/N: The Presets' "Talk Like That" + too much Easter candy = this fic. The reference to green M&Ms comes from Antigone2's fic, which all Sailor Moon fans should read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Sailor Moon, M&Ms, or jelly beans.
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Darien-Flavored
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People – well, namely Asanuma – make jokes that pair them with green M&Ms. This used to make her flush horribly and him look anywhere but at her, while both of their ears turned pink at the tips, but now they laugh.
Because neither of them, in honesty, are big chocolate people. For her, chocolate isn't chocolate unless it's cold and slurped through a straw. For him, chocolate is just a failed, too-sweet attempt at producing coffee in a chewable form. And they both hate the sour taste that chocolate leaves behind on their tongues. They have had enough of lingering sour tastes, the bitter tang of blood and loss clinging for centuries.
Jelly beans, they have discovered, leave behind much more pleasing flavors.
"I can feel the cavities forming," he informs her around the triad of lemon-flavored ones he is chewing on one side. "There's a particularly vengeful in my left wisdom tooth."
She cackles, for she has no wisdom teeth to be corrupted by this sweetness. Also, she has stolen a grape-flavored bean from beneath his nose without him noticing.
With a graceful finger he slides a cherry-flavored one from her own array of jelly beans. Perhaps he did notice.
In addition to having noticed her theft, he seems to have read her thoughts, for he says, "Well, of course a Dumpling Head like you doesn't have to worry about wisdom teeth."
She makes a face at him, steals a mysteriously-colored bean from one of his carefully color-coded groups, and bites into it. Her face turns an interesting shade, and, coughing, she swallows the bitten-off half of the bean and pushes the other half back at him. "Gross!"
"Don't give it back to me after you've bitten it," he says, amused, but when her fingers press the jelly-bean-half against his lips, he parts them obediently. He lets them brush against her fingers as they close again, and he chews with a deliberating face.
"Celery?" he wonders aloud. "Spinach. Avocado?"
"All the vegetable flavors mixed up into one for a taste of incredible yuckiness!" she declares. Then amends, "Except broccoli. I like broccoli."
"I know," he says with a long-suffering expression and a meaningful glance at the stove, where the fourth pot of steamed broccoli that week sits bubbling, waiting to finish boiling.
He frowns, then, and looks down at the rainbow-covered coffee table as though he is seeing it for the first time. "Why are we gorging on jelly beans right before dinner?"
She has the perfect answer. "Because that's what being young and in love means. Eating jellybeans whenever you want!"
For some reason, hearing her make philosophical food-related statements like this always really makes him want to –
She kisses him, her tongue like sugar-coated cherry candy. The friction is quite delicious.
Apparently she thinks so, too, for when she finally does pull away, she hums. "Mmm. Darien-flavored."
He grins against her lips. He can't resist. "And it doesn't give you cavities."