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006 : Chocolate Ice Cream

Rating : PG-13

Theme : 8. Chocolate

August 25, 2007

To put it lightly, she felt like she was being tortured–slowly and painfully. When he had picked her up, all she could smell was the cologne he wore (was it even cologne?), the only smell she identified with him, it was musky, with a side of lust. Having to fly with him brought her within close proximity of that smell, and she did everything in her power not to jump him where he... flew. Yeah, that wouldn't work out so well for either one of them. She would have to propose the idea, though; she wondered if he could even attempt to do that without killing them both.

Now, they were sitting in the park, eating the ice cream he had bought for the both of them. She, just getting a simple vanilla; he, opting for change from the usual strawberry and getting chocolate.

This was part two of the torture: watching his tongue dart out and lick the soft serve. She didn't know why she was so jumpy today, so... turned on by everything involving him, especially watching him eat that ice cream. She knew where her mind was bringing her; she knew that she was imagining that tongue darting out and treating certain parts of her anatomy like they were delicious.

"Something wrong, Sam?" he asked, watching her demeanor, finally seeing something different than what he normally saw.

"Wrong? No," she said quickly, busying herself with her own vanilla soft-serve ice cream.

"You're really spacey," he noted. "Somethin' on your mind?"

Nearly groaning at what exactly was on her mind, she just shrugged, keeping her mouth full with ice cream so she wouldn't have to speak. Soon enough, she would run out of ice cream and be thoroughly screwed.

"Come on, you can tell me anything," he smiled, being that overly sweet boyfriend of hers. He would be mortified at what she wanted to do to him.

She shook her head, blushing. Finally swallowing everything that was in her mouth, she licked her ice cream, looking away and trying to be a bit sensual about it. When she looked back, she noticed that Danny was being a space cadet now.

"Something wrong, Danny?" she asked, watching him this time, wondering, for the life of her, where his thoughts were.

"Wrong? N–" he paused, "Didn't we just have this conversation?"

She smirked, "We're both being royally spacey today, huh?"

"I think our minds are in far, far away lands," he replied.

"Or far, far away gutters," she muttered to herself. Louder, she replied, "Whichever helps you sleep at night," she replied, giving him a defeated smile.

"What helps you sleep better at night?" he questioned, looking at her with a wicked smile.

"I'd rather not answer that," she replied with a cheeky grin. Looking at his ice cream, then up at his lips, she smirked. "Let me get that for you," she leaned forward and licked a small drop of chocolate ice cream from the corner of his lips.

He smiled, then grazed his finger alongside his ice cream; bringing his finger to Sam's lips, he outlined them as much as he could with the amount of ice cream he had on his finger. Wiggling his eyebrows, he said, "Oh, let me help you with that." Leaning forward, he kissed her, making sure to lick off the ice cream he had left on her lips in entirety.

"That happens more often than not," she said. Seeing the upset look in Danny's eyes at the mention of said kiss that he wished to forget, she kissed him hard on the lips, hoping to make him realize it was only him that made her feel this way.

After pulling away, he said breathlessly, "Forgiven."

"Good," she smiled, nuzzling against his cheek, then took a lick of his ice cream when she believed he wasn't looking.

"Hey!" he said in protest, then took a bite out of her ice cream.

With her mouth full, all that he could make out that she was saying was, "My–cream–is your–cream."

"Your cream?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. As her cheeks stained pink with blush, he chuckled.

"And anything else," she replied, still blushing, biting her bottom lip. She didn't know how far she could test the waters, but she was feeling daring.

"Oh yeah?" he asked, smiling. She knew he was being more serious than playful, though.

"You know that," she smiled back. "I've always been yours... mind and... body."

Catching her off-guard with a searing kiss, the remainder of her ice cream cone fell to the ground. Not wanting to fall over, she wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing back with as much force. Pulling away, the next sensation she felt was something extremely... cold. Danny had smushed his ice cream up against her mouth and then tossed it to the side and kissed her again, making sure to lick every ounce of chocolate ice cream off of her lips.

With the need to breathe, they both pulled away, smiling dreamily at one another.

"That was delicious," she said, licking her own lips.

He grinned at her, then pulled her closer for a hug. "It's my favorite flavor."

"Chocolate?"

"No," he chuckled, "it's you."

Catching her breath as best as she could, she dropped her head to his shoulder, a small smile gracing her features. "You know, I think I have ice cream back at my house. Do you want some?"

"Is it in your room? That's where I'd really like to be right now."

"I could make it be in my room. I think it would be better in the kitchen, though," she mumbled, placing kisses on his neck. "Why wait until we get to my room?"

"Why wait at all?" he said, kissing her again.

End Note: Well, what do you think? Would you like to see more of these types of stories? Ah, well, there are four more left! Please review!

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