Hershey's Kisses

Halloween Afternoon, 1:00 pm

Kairi's lips are sweet, they taste like corn syrup and false innocent; her hands warm and sticky. Sora's mind is confused and his heart pounds erratically; he's supposed to be getting ready for Selphie's party, Kairi too, everyone is. But he pushes back, arms gripping her tightly. He came with a question and far too quickly things started to tumble, to build and collect melted things on the way down, much too fast for Sora to protest. Giving in is easy; quells his racing thoughts.

She's just so sweet, going down easy like chocolate; like a frequently visited addiction, I'll quit tomorrow, promise. I couldn't help it. Last time, I swear. Tomorrow is a new day.

Sora gasps as Kairi pants before they move back in, unsure where one ends and another begins; hands and lips and hips and legs. The move together, pushing and moving and moaning, and Sora just doesn't know where his Riku is.