Author's Note: I wrote this before season two started. Therefore, I totally called the Chris/Jal.
Sticky Sweet Kisses
'Please don't change at all…'
Real World by Matchbox Twenty
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"You can have a lick if you want; I don't have cooties."
Chris turned slightly on the bench and held out the popsicle that was half melting in the summer sun, dripping upon his hand and running down his wrist. Jal glanced at the proffered treat before cocking an eyebrow at Chris, daring him to even attempt to say something immature as she leaned closer and licked the popsicle. Chris smiled widely, but refrained from commenting.
"So what are you doing here anyway, Jal?" he asked between slurps of melting popsicle. "Weren't you supposed to be shopping with Michelle today?"
Jal slumped. "She ditched me for Tony again," she explained, wrapping her hand around Chris' and bringing the popsicle to her mouth once again, taking a huge bite off of the top angrily.
"Ouch," Chris commented, though Jal didn't know whether he was referring to her abandonment by Michelle, or the popsicle's severed head.
"You know, Jal," he continued, leaning forward to take several licks of the popsicle. "Michelle's cool, and I love her and everything, but when she ditches you like this," Chris straightened and looked directly at Jal, "I kinda want to slap her."
Jal smiled and glanced down at the popsicle melting over their hands. "Thanks, Chris." She leaned over and took another bite off of the popsicle. Chris leaned over to lick it just as she was straightening again.
"But then again," he continued, licking some juice from his bottom lip. "When Michelle ditches you, you come to see me. So I'm also kinda glad when she ditches you."
Jal laughed and shoved Chris gently with her free hand. "Fuck you, you wanker," she teased, causing Chris to smile widely once again.
She leaned over to lick the popsicle and was caught off guard by Chris doing the same. He quickly pulled the popsicle away and leaned closer, placing a quick and very sticky kiss upon Jal's lips, making a loud 'Mwah' sound as he did so.
"Are you high?" Jal asked, laughing slightly and wiping the sticky imprint of Chris' kiss off of her lips.
Chris smiled slightly. "Only a little bit," he answered. "Here," he relinquished the half-eaten treat to Jal's hand. "It's all yours."
Jal took it and watched as Chris stood and began walking away.
"Hey, Chris!" she called after his retreating back, and he turned and gazed quizzically at her. "Maybe tomorrow we could share an ice cream cone, yeah?"
Chris smiled.
"Yeah, Jal. You can have anything you want."
"Anything?" Jal asked, licking the last of the popsicle.
Chris laughed and shook his head. "Now you're just trying to get me to say dirty things."
"Just answer the question, Chris."
Chris approached her again and bent over so that his face was level with hers and a mere few centimeters away.
"Anything," he told her.
And then he walked away.