Disclaimer: Don't own, wish I did, don't sue.
A/N: Just a little drabble I wrote for fun after reading a fanfic wherein Throttle's voice was said to be like chocolate falling on Charley's ears. XD
Chocolate Covered Kisses
Charlene Davidson hadn't been sure baking with the boys had been a good idea from the beginning, but now she was sure of it. Her kitchen was a mess and there were more ingredients on the Bikers than in the actual mixing bowls. And she idly noted that a certain furred chest looked horribly tempting with melted chocolate drizzled carelessly across it.
Those thoughts were quickly vanquished from her mind, however, when something warm and sticky suddenly splattered against the side of her neck. She brought one hand up, tentatively touching the warm chocolate caking her skin, then quickly turned a glare toward the three Martians.
Modo and Throttle were quick to point to Vinnie, whom had the gooey proof all over one hand.
"Uh, sorry, sweetheart," he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand that wasn't drenched in chocolate.
Not as sorry as he was going to be if the chocolate didn't wash out of her shirt, she promised herself. However, she didn't have time to voice her aggravation.
"I'll help you clean up," Throttle offered, a smirk tugging at his lips as he made his way over to her.
"You don't have to," Charley shrugged, "I can do it mysel – oh..."
His lips were on her neck, that incredibly soft tongue lapping at the melted chocolate, much to Modo's surprise and Vinnie's horror. Charley flushed and actually whimpered when Throttle's tongue found her earlobe and he proceeded to, very thoroughly, clean her of any chocolate that may or may not have been there.
He pulled back, licking his lips, grinning smugly. "Not perfect, but at least you're presentable now."
Charley caught her breath, then glanced downward. It was her turn to grin, noticing a rather uncomfortable-looking tent in those ridiculously tight jeans.
"Can't say the same for you, stud," she said, reaching out to run a finger under his chin, causing him to tilt his head back ever so slightly.
"Maybe you could – "
"Return the favor?" she inquired, eyebrow arched. "With pleasure."
The rather risque exchange between Martian mouse and Earth woman was shortlived, however, when Vinnie suddenly launched himself at Throttle and took them both to the ground, shouting in what Charley could only assume was their native language as he beat pathetically against Throttle's chest.
The mechanic looked toward Modo, eyebrow cocked as if to say, what exactly am I missing here?
Modo chuckled somewhat nervously as he offered to escort her out of the kitchen. "Charley-ma'am, you don't wanna know."
