Pairing: Dick/Zatanna
Rating: NC-15ish
Word Count: 600+
Prompt: candy apples
For: TwilightLove13
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She was craving caramel earlier, for no apparent reason, and told Dick as much when they met up for lunch. He'd said she's probably just getting a sweet tooth because Halloween's next week and there are treats everywhere you turn.
She can't wait for this holiday to be over.
Not because she hates it—she loves Halloween and so does Dick, and they already began making their costumes for the Wayne Tech party last month—but because she keeps snacking. She doesn't believe in dieting, at all, but she believes in eating healthy, and snacking on the s'mores that her co-workers gave her after lunch does not qualify as healthy.
"Dick," she moans when he gets back from work and there's a candy apple from the bakery down the street in his hand. "I hate you."
"I love you, too," he laughs, slanting his lips over hers in a kiss. "Sorry I'm so late."
"That's not why I hate you," she explains, and then points at the offending dessert sitting on their kitchen table. "Clearly you want me to die of a heart attack. Or contract diabetes."
He looks amused. "What?"
"I've had nothing but sweets all day. It's seriously unhealthy."
"It's a holiday, 'Tanna." She crosses her arms over her chest, and he pulls her against him and places a kiss to her neck. And that's literally all it takes to feel her (mostly fake) anger towards him completely disappear. It's kind of pathetic, actually. "You worry too much," he says against her skin.
"No I don't." He kisses her pulse and she lets out a noise from the back of her throat. "Stop that. I'm trying to be mad at you."
"Why?"
"Because I treat my body like it's a temple and you are littering on sacred grounds."
He chuckles against her neck, pulling her arms out. "Then tell me how many prayers I have to say," he says between kisses, and she giggles and feebly tries to push him away. He takes her wrists and holds her palms against his chest. "Tell me what to do."
"Don't make any comments when I tell you to cut the apple so we can eat it in the room."
"Okay," he agrees and kisses her lips slowly this time, tasting the dark chocolate-covered cherry from their fridge lingering on her tongue. He hums contentedly.
She smiles and pulls away after a few more seconds. "Can you slice the apple?" she asks. He chuckles and nods. "I'll be waiting."
"I'll be quick," he promises, kissing her cheek.
And he is.
When she walks out of the bathroom, he's in nothing but his boxers as he's setting a plate with the sliced candy apple onto the nightstand. She's just in a black lace bra and the matching panties, but when she reaches for the top drawer where her slip is, he pulls her hand off of the handle and kind of slides into bed, pulling her over him.
She straddles his waist, and they take turns pushing slices past each other's lips and sipping the wine that Bruce and Selina gave them for their anniversary, Dick's free hand tracing imaginary patterns against her skin where it's resting over her thigh.
"So am I forgiven?"
"Yes, you are. Except now it's going to take forever to burn off these calories," she laughs, setting the wine glass back down.
There's a glint in his eyes. "We can always start now," he says cheekily, and she squeals a little when he moves his hand over her waist and ends up getting caramel on her. He rolls her onto her back, though, tugs her panties off and licks that spot clean when her legs are spread and she's moaning his name, so he's probably forgiven for that, too.
