Title: Strawberry Cheesecake
Rating: PG
Warnings: Unbeta-ed
Genre: General, humour
Word Count: 216
Main Character(s): Alto, Michel
Pairing(s): Michel/Alto
Summary: Alto is as delicious as strawberry cheesecake.
Disclaimer: Macross Frontier, characters and settings are copyright to Satelight and Studio Nue.
AN: For a very, very good friend who is in Japan right now and who is also a bad influence on me. This came from a ridiculous Twitter conversation about strawberry cheesecake and Alto. I am still unable to write anything NC-17 without feeling like I'm committing some heinous crime. So, Lumi, while this has no porn it does have licking in it. Somewhat. :D
It was at some anniversary celebration party when Michel came out of nowhere to stand right next to him, close enough that their elbows are practically brushing each other's and he can smell the whiff of something that is pine and the sweetness of the champagne.
He was about to tell Michel to quit crowding up his personal space when the towhead leaned forward and licked his cheek.
He froze, eyes growing as large as dinner plates. He stiffly turned his head to see Michel looking at him thoughtfully, one finger tapping against his chin, green eyes contemplative.
"Did you just lick me?" he said, trying to keep his voice neutral. He tightened his hand on the champagne flute or he would have thrown a punch at Michel's face.
"Hmm. Yes, I believe so." Michel pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose and smirked.
"Michel," he said, evenly. "What. The. Hell."
"You taste like strawberry cheesecake."
He blinked. "What?"
"You taste like strawberry cheesecake," Michel repeated. "All deliciously yummy. And it makes me want to do unmentionable things to you. Like lick your neck and nibble on your earlobe. Right now."
Alto blinked again, then knocked back the champagne in one gulp.
"Okay," he said. "Let's go. I know where to get a room."
Fin