I'm particularly interested in reviews for this one guys.

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Theme: Temptation

Sharding pie.

If F'lar had been capable of any rational thought at that moment, he'd have wondered how it was possible that he'd managed to ever stoop to such a level of deprivation. It was ridiculous; utterly and completely stupid to be feeling like this over a piece of food.

Still, he glowered at the object of his current state of jealousy and dislike, expression darkening as it was caressed gently by the spoon as it broke into the warm surface before rising to touch the lips of its devourer delicately. Only these lips didn't belong to just any person. No, these were the lips that he wanted to ravish until it was impossible for either of them to breathe.

It hardly helped that she was currently oblivious to his attentions; Manora had pulled the Weyrwoman up about something or other, though he had to wonder what exactly it was, considering they were both smiling. Briefly he entertained the notion that they both knew what he was currently thinking, but dismissed it immediately as childish.

He barely managed to suppress a quiet groan as she licked the juice with an almost unfair relish, her tongue trailing absently along her mouth, the mere movement transfixing his gaze (and imagination), at the raw sensuality of it.

He watched with barely suppressed longing as she raised the spoon to her mouth, lapped at the liquid residue gently before sucking on the spoon with almost indecent care…the bronze rider found himself unable to stop the sudden barrage of images that assailed his mind. In his mind's eye he saw her administer the same actions to his mouth as her hands slipped under his shirt, caressing the sensitive skin gently, her lips moving to his hands, lapping playfully at each finger before she leant back to gaze up at him with eyes dark with—

F'lar groaned softly as he buried his face in his arms, desperately willing away the urge to abandon detachment and jump her there and then.

Oh Faranth. I really hate that pie.