A/N: This popped into my head at like, one thirty last night. And then I couldn't get it out. Enjoy, as it's total and complete fluff.

Disclaimer: If I owned Riley… I would be stealing his yellow hearts. But I don't.

He actually sorts candy hearts by color.

He was working on something on his computer one night when I came in, and he had a bag of them open next to him. As I took my coat off and hung it up, I noticed that, as soon as he poured out a pile of them, he took his eyes off his computer and sorted them into a little pile by color. There was a bigger pile towards the edge of the table of all whites.

"Hey," I greeted him.

His head shot up—he hadn't noticed me. "Um, hey," he said, moving his piles to where he thought I couldn't see them. "So… what's up?"

"You left the white ones," I said, pointing to the offending candies.

Looking embarrassed, he moved the stack to behind his computer. I watched him as he tried to play it off and pretend nothing had happened.

"Are you gonna explain that?" I asked.

"I wasn't going to," he said, sighing exasperatedly, "but now it sounds like I don't have a choice." He moved the stacks back out into the open. "I have a touch of OCD when it comes to colors. I don't like to eat them together, so I sort them into piles and eat them one by one, starting with my least favorite flavor. I don't like the white ones at all," he said.

I smiled at him. "And you do that with all candy?"

He nodded. "Even M&M's, which don't taste any different by color. It's just a habit."

"You don't like the white ones?" I asked, grabbing a few.

"No. You can have what you want, just don't take the yellow," he said, guarding the yellow hearts. "They're my favorite."

I repressed my laugh. "Why is that?"

"They taste like bubblegum," he answered, returning his eyes to the computer screen and absentmindedly grabbing a pink heart.

I chewed my candy contemplatively. "What are you working on?"

"Oh, just some stuff," he said, taking another pink heart.

"What kind of stuff?" I asked, hoping to get him distracted.

It worked. Without looking up at me, he went on a long tangent of technical talk that I didn't really understand. A mischievous grin in place, I grabbed the whole pile of yellow hearts on the table—a total of six little candies.

"Hey!" he yelled, his mouth agape and his eyes rapidly switching gazes between me and the now-empty spot on the table. "You took my yellow hearts!"

I raised my eyebrows. "And?"

He pursed his lips. "Give 'em back. They're mine."

"Possessive, are we?" I asked with a grin.

"Give. Them. Back," he murmured through his lips.

We were in a standoff of sorts. He had stood and was looking ready to pounce at me at any moment, and I stood farther away from him, the yellow candies in my hand held for him to see. "Come and get 'em," I said.

A moment of silence rang out, followed by a battle cry on his part and a laugh on mine. He dashed around the table, and I waited for my moment.

Just as he reached out for the candy, I snatched my hand up and dumped them into my mouth. I smiled victoriously as his jaw dropped.

"No!" he yelled dramatically, his outstretched hand falling back to his side. "You stole my hearts!" he accused, pointing a shocked finger at me.

"I know one way you could get them back," I said, tilting my head.

He shook his head but smiled. He stepped toward me and pressed his lips against my mouth, kissing me until he'd stolen back the hearts. "You're an asshole," he said against my lips, chewing the hearts. "Now these taste like the white ones."

"I think you'll live," I muttered. "Wasn't it worth it?"

He rolled his eyes. "No," he said defiantly.

Now it was my turn to be shocked. "Come on now," I said with a laugh. "You didn't enjoy that at all?"

"I didn't say that," he said with a smile. "I said they tasted like the white ones. And I hate the white ones."

"I'm very, very sorry," I said apologetically with a mock frown. "Forgive me?"

He looked down and tried hard not to smile. "Fine. But never, ever steal my yellow hearts again," he said as seriously as he could.

"I promise," I said, nodding my head in fake solemnity.

So, of course, I repeated the crime about ten minutes later.

A/N: See? Adorable. …review, please?