"Fudge"

Bucky stared at the bed, where Phil was lounging in only sleep pants, nothing else. Well, nearly nothing else…

"F… fu…"

"I think the word you're looking for is 'fudge'," Phil said. "It was supposed to be, anyway, but then I decided that warm, gooey, chocolate-y goodness could be used for far more… entertaining purposes." He looked Bucky up and down with a small smirk. Bucky was still trying to get his brain to work.

"Enter… yeah…" He swallowed, and licked his lips. Damn super senses, the chocolate smelt so good, and dripping all over Phil's chest like that was kind of breaking him. Not just kind of, to be honest.

"That an invitation?" Phil asked, his eyes crinkling in obvious amusement.


For International Fudge Day. I've written a few drabbles and three-sentence fics based on the special/funny day of the year.

Review, review, review! Damn it, it's late at night and yet I suddenly want to make fudge… bother.