I do apologize for the depression I caused yesterday with I Will Remember You, but hopefully this will make up for it!


Ice Cream

Your love is better than ice cream
Better than anything else that I've tried
And your love is better than ice cream.
Everyone here knows how to fight.

"It's not funny anymore." She said, arms crossed in front of her, a forced frown on her face, her wicked mouth pouting, trying her hardest to look angry.

"It's a little funny." He replied, licking the remnants of the sticky melted ice cream from his fingers. She just glared at him.

"I'm covered in it." She complained, holding her arms out from her body so she didn't get it anywhere else. He laughed as she studied the ice cream in her arm, and pursed her lips, wondering how to get rid of it. He stopped laughing when a wicked grin crossed her face and his breath hitched as she slowly ran her tongue up her arm, pulling each finger into her mouth one by one. By the time she reached her little finger, he felt the familiar stirrings low in his stomach and he launched, pushing her back against the pillows and covering her body with his.

"Now you're covered in it." She said as she wiggled underneath him. He let out a growl from the back of his throat and lowered his mouth to hers.

And it's a long way down
It's a long way down
It's a long way down to the place
Where we started from.

It's difficult to know where and how this started, where it will lead. But as he moves deep within her, she doesn't care. All she knows is that they are a long way from where they started and given the choice, she wouldn't go back there, not for all the ice cream in the world, but when he shudders above her and lowers his head to her neck, it's better than anything.


Your love is better than chocolate
Better than anything else that I've tried
Oh love is better than chocolate.
Everyone here knows how to cry.

She pulls the chocolate into her mouth, her tongue curling around it and looks at him. She smiles as she pulls it back out and licks her lips. He grins suggestively at her and she rolls her eyes.

"You make everything sexual." She says, licking her lips again. He nods once.

"When it comes to you, yes." He replies, wanting to kiss her, invade her mouth with his tongue because he knows she will taste of chocolate and the taste that is uniquely hers. As if reading her thoughts she presses herself to him, pushing him against the store front, ignoring the stares and disapproving looks from the passersby. She stands on tiptoe and leans in, her mouth millimeters from his, her breath hot and sweet again his skin.

"Go on then…" She says, daring him to close the gap. He does need to be told twice. He covers her mouth with a quiet moan, his hands pulling her hips towards him; she tastes of chocolate and honey. She pulls away and laughs at his frustrated sigh. She practically skips off, throwing him an enticing smile over her shoulder, and he starts plotting ways to get her to eat chocolate more often.

It's a long way down
It's a long way down
It's a long way down to the place
Where we started from...

They've come a long way, a long way from the head slaps and irritation at lack of experience, a long way from the obvious sexual frustration surrounding them. But the way she licks the chocolate of her fingers has him wondering why it took them quite so long and has him knowing that he won't be able to look at chocolate in the same way for quite some time.


V!

xox