Sweet Tooth
"Lucien, you're a doctor! You should know better! You cannot keep eating biscuit dough, there's raw eggs in that!" Jean scolded.
"Oh hush, it'll be fine," he insisted, grabbing another fingerful of the sweet dough from her mixing bowl.
Jean continued to fight him off as she spooned the dough onto the baking sheet. Finally, she'd filled the tray and conceded to giving him what remained in the bowl. Defeated, she put the tray in the oven, set the timer, and turned her attention to making the chocolate glaze.
"What's this?" he asked, distracted by the bowl of chocolate pieces she was slowly melting on the stove.
"It's to coat the biscuits after they've baked. You've got the dough. Leave me be," she replied with slight annoyance at his antics.
He frowned. "Can't I have just one piece."
She sighed. "Fine. One piece."
Lucien took a bit of chocolate and let it sit on his tongue and melt in his mouth before he placed his hand on her shoulder.
"Hmm?" she asked, turning her head toward him.
He kissed her deeply, letting his chocolate-covered tongue coat hers, letting her lick every last bit of the sweet and luxurious flavor from his mouth. He moved away from her with a satisfied smile, but Jean wasn't finished yet. She put her hand around the back of his head and pulled him back in as she kissed him more.
Eventually, Lucien was sure there wasn't a morsel of chocolate left between them. "Perhaps you'd like to eat a piece for yourself," he suggested, slightly out of breath.
Jean blushed and turned off the stove so her glaze wouldn't burn. She picked up another piece of chocolate and put it in his mouth. "It's better this way," she whispered, moving in to kiss him again.