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The soft padding of familiar steps has you glancing up from your tablet and you find your partner expertly balancing two steaming mugs. There's this sweet little smile on her plump lips that has you momentarily spellbound because you know you are part of the reason for it. If not, more.
"Hi." She greets in her usual quiet voice and you make room so she can set them down and hopefully get her to sit by you.
Of course she does.
"Hi." You welcome her delicious hips next to yours for all of two seconds before she's re-positioning herself so she's leaning against you, facing the TV. This actually irks you enough to make you pout. Luckily she doesn't see it and instead, reaches for one of the mugs she'd brought with her.
As annoyed as you are that she'd rather watch TV than pay attention to you, you do your best not to jostle her as much while you reach for your own mug. They are custom mugs you made for the anniversary the both of you celebrated a few months ago that are accented with two bumblebees surrounded by a poorly scribbled heart. (The heart was your own doing while the bees were designed by an actual artist.)
She loved it anyway and used it more than any of the other mugs in the house. Even brought it up to the cabin, but of course, you won't mention that. Just too cute for her own good.
Instead of continuing your pouting like a child, you bring your mug closer and inhale the chocolaty richness and feel everything else slip away. Your copious amounts of time spent at the gym during the week helps you with your slight chocolate addiction, but since this is considered a vacation, you're more than ready enough to indulge. And once you take the first sip, you know she's also more than ready to oblige.
Your sigh of contentment catches her attention and she finally turns away from the TV to gauge your reaction. "How is it? I didn't add too much mix did I?" She's so endearing your heart melts on the spot!
"How on earth do you prefer tea over this?" You murmur half-drunkenly since your belly is being warmed up and your mouth still holds the thick taste of every good thing in life itself. In a second, your body will react to the heat radiating from the inside out and you know she'll be cuddling you just as quick. Mmm.
"Tea is healthier." She smirks.
"Hot Chocolate beats tea anyday." Just to prove your point, you lift your mug and take another sweet sip, relishing in the taste and even slip in a satisfied moan of approval. "Especially if it's made by you, Love." A calculated wink complete with a dash of your tongue across your lip has golden eyes flickering away and once her head is tiltled so you can't see her reaction, you know you've just made her blush a bit. Maybe a lot.
"I-I still prefer tea." She mutters, taking her own sip. "It's calming for me."
"Maybe, I don't want to be calm." You counter by gently reaching out to push thick onyx locks behind her human ear. Since she's still sitting with her back against you, you take that opportunity to lean in for a playful nibble. Her reaction was nothing more than a slight shiver, but you know her face is now an attractive shade of pink and it's enough to make you lay off so you can take another drink.
There's a hesitant silence that follows where nothing but the scents of Jasmine tea and Hot Chocolate fill the void before she turns and sets her mug down on a coaster. "Let me have a taste then." She says just as you've finished it off. Not even the lingering mix that usually sits at the bottom has a chance because you've learned to not waste any by swirling it back into the last few sips.
Um. Lilac eyes lock on golden irises and you can't help but raise a curious brow. Since when did she ever want anything to do with chocolate anyway? "I uh," Clearing your throat, you show her what you've done and are not expecting to see the disappointment there on her beautiful face. The two of you are left staring for a good thirty seconds before you decide to try to do something about it. "I mean, I can make you-"
As soon as plushie full lips meet yours, you instinctively give the mug a death grip lest you drop it and it's a good thing you did because her velvet tongue slips across your bottom lip just after. Permission. You eagerly grant it and meet the warm wet muscle with your own. A sharp inhale is taken by one of you (you're too occupied to care which is which) while you struggle to find a safe place to set your mug down. Once you find it, your hands shoot back up to join in on what they've been missing out on.
Your toes curl once she releases the softest of moans when your dominate hand buries itself in her hair and you tug gently to angle her sweet mouth a little better in the awkward position you're in. Your other hand is tracing along her jaw line and you swear you've never been happier. This is a constant saying you have because it's true. Every kiss. Every touch. Every time you make love. Every time feels like the first time and it's glorious.
All too soon, the gorgeous kiss is ending and you find yourself swimming in chocolaty, hazy desire. There is no way she's getting out of this now that she started.
However.
"I guess it isn't that bad." She teasingly licks her lips after smacking them experimentally and then gets up with your mug in hand. "Maybe you'll be nice and let me have a better taste next time."
A/N: eyyyy, I actually got something up! Thank you for the prompt btw~
It's a bit hard for me to write nowadays, but I can assure you I do try. (sometimes) so thanks for the reads, follows, reviews, and faves regardless of my presence or not. I do miss writing.
So leave something you might want to see? It doesn't have to be in the same timeline as this one. Been thinking of doing multiple shorter chapters like one-shots just for fun.
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