AUTHORS NOTE: This is just a little nothing for the November prompt of "Toffee" and it's actually down right awful. I'm sorry.
DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters.
[Toffee Kisses]
Toffee.
It was Stuart's one and only addiction. It was also an addiction that drove Robbie insane.
Every time they'd be standing in front of the wide screen, Stuart would be standing there discussing what he'd found out about the case but all Robbie would be able to focus on was the way the man's lips would purse as he sucked on the sweet in his mouth or the way his tongue teased around the sweet as he paused for a second. It was almost as if he was doing it naturally because he didn't even slur around the sweet as he spoke.
"How do your teeth not rot?" Robbie eventually asked the man as they moved to sit back at the computer and Stuart looked over at him with a grin, his head shaking as he held out the packet. Shaking his own head, Robbie leant back and looked over at the man. If he wanted to taste the toffees that had Stuart so highly addicted then he'd be doing it a different way.
He'd been noticing feelings towards the other man for some time now and he couldn't help but smile as he watched Stuart rise, his hand gripping onto his empty mug, and head towards the small kitchen area they had to the side of their bullpen. Standing up, Robbie grabbed hold of his own mug and followed the man into the kitchen.
"I've changed my mind," he whispered into the man's ear, his hands pressing to his hips as he turned him around slightly. "I do want to try your toffee…" That sentence was the only warning the younger detective had before Robbie leant in and pressed a kiss to his lips, his tongue sweeping into the man's mouth as he gasped and stealing the toffee into his own mouth.
Grabbing hold of Robbie's shirt, Stuart pulled the elder detective nearer and reciprocated the kiss - allowing for the toffee to end back up in his mouth. He couldn't help but smile, his feelings and dreams of Robbie finally coming true, until the realisation of where they were hitting him as he moved back. "Shit Robbie…" He breathed heavily, his lips pursing again as he sucked against the toffee before looking at the detective. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I told you… I was just trying the toffee and it tasted good." He commented before filling his coffee mug and heading towards the door as Stuart turned back to his own mug. Slipping up behind him, Robbie smiled as he whispered, "but it doesn't taste no where near as nice as you." Stuart made a little noise between a gasp and a whimper at the man's words, glaring as the man walked away with a chuckle.
He'd get his revenge. He was sure of that.