The ginger sighed, wishing his lover would make his decision quickly. It's just ice-cream! How long could it take to pick out a flavor of ice-cream?
"Emil, could you please pick one so we could get going," he asked, tapping his foot impatiently. The blonde looked over at him and away from the display, his light green eyes wide and child-like.
"But, it's really hard to pick just one, Richter," he squeeked. Richter pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand and closed his eyes. Emil shook his head and told the cashier, "Just one small cone with caramel, please." The chashier smiled and nodded, fixing his order quickly. She filled it to the very top with the sweet, soft, frozen crea, and handed it to Emil, who grinned. He handed her the payment for the ice-cream and walked back to join his irratated lover.
"Do you want the first lick?" Richter looked down at his beloved, the ice-cream he held almost touching his nose. He backed away, "No, thank you."
"Well then, more for me,"Emil beamed, licking his desert. Richter watched his lover's tongue slide over the light tan substance slowly. He stiffened, hoping he could keep his composure. Every lick was painful, his resolve breaking away with every lick. 'Just look away and ignore the licks,' he chastized himself, pulling Emil out of the shop by his wrist.
"R-Richter! What was that about?"
"I was just ready to leave. Is there a problem with that?"
"N-no," he studdered, a blush covering his cheeks as he recalled Richter watching him as he ate his treat. 'What was he thinking about,' he wondered, coninuously licking away at his frozen desert. They were just out of town now as Richter turned to Emil, an annoyed expression plastered on his chisled features.
"What-what's wrong?"
"Stop the licking," Richter growled in warning. As Richter turned back around, Emil took one very long lick and ma=oaned as the sweet taste covered his sensitive taste buds. Richter twitched and knocked the cone out of Emil's hands and into the bushes. He then tackled Emil to the ground lightly, kissing him gently. Emil smiled victoriously. 'Well, this sure is better than ice-cream.'