His eyes watched her sleepily, his chin resting in his palm, fingers curled against his left cheek. His right hand cradled the hot mug of coffee, but its bitter acrid flavor held no interest for him at the moment. His full attention was on her. Her and the sweet rolled bun in her hand, drizzled with honey and cinnamon. His eyes followed her fingers as they unwound a length from the spiral and brought it to her mouth, lips lazily sucking the sweetness from each one in turn before returning to unroll a bit more.
After several minutes, her blue eyes met his–saw him staring at her–watching her over his steaming mug. "Want a taste?" Her hand unrolled a bit more and offered it to him.
He nodded, his legs pushing him out of the chair of their own volition. They carried him around the corner of the table, a hand dragging the chair behind him. They sat him down in the chair in front of her, eyes watching her surprised face. Her hand offered the bit of soft gooey roll and he shook his head. That wasn't what he had in mind. His hand closed around her wrist as he leaned forward, pulling her closer. His lips met hers, softly. His tongue tasted her mouth, gently. His lips smiled, sweetly as he drew back from her. The taste he wanted was of her.
Note: Thanks for reading. This was written for the nanomowhinging community using prompt: #77 – Taste.
Extra Note: Again for anyone looking for Chasing the Trail updates, don't despair, I have not abandoned it. Just been super busy all summer, but I'm working on it. Could someone grant me a few 36 hour days? I think I might get it done then. Seriously though, I had run into a continuity problem, where I missed something kind of important in the chapter, and couldn't figure out how to get it in there without rewriting the whole chapter and with so much going on... well I finally figured it out. I think. Thanks for reading.