AN: I wrote this at two in the morning when I should have been sleeping. Anyway, enjoy!
Confrontations of the Sparky Kind
Short story seven: Chocolate Cake
Elizabeth watched John as he carried a piece of cake back to the table where they were sitting. She looked at him puzzled.
"No brownie today?"
"Nope," John said finally sitting down across from her. "They're serving chocolate cake today, and I thought, why not try something different for a change."
"I see," Elizabeth said. "But, there isn't that much difference between chocolate cake and a brownie."
"Yes, there is." He stared at his choice. "Cakes and brownies are two different things. One is smooth and fluffy and the other is harder with a rougher texture."
The doctor smiled at John's description of the two desserts. Never in a million years had she ever thought she would hear him say the word fluffy.
She ate the last fork full of salad on her plate and looked up at him. He was too busy with his cake to notice. He swirled the frosting onto the tip of his fork and dunked it right into the side of the slice of cake. John lifted the fork to his mouth, and in seconds, it had disappeared between his lips.
Her gaze was fixed on his mouth and watched as he seductively moved his lips. His tongue licked the top of his lip where chocolate had smeared onto it. He repeated the process after each bite. It had never crossed her mind that watching someone eat cake could be so…deliciously…irresistible…and mouth-watering. She bit her bottom lip and tried to took away without success. The way John was eating each bite stirred feelings inside of her, feelings that were not appropriate for her to be having towards him and not now in the crowded mess hall.
John immediately looked up at her. A deep red blush stained her cheeks as she realized she has been caught staring. He smirked which heightened her uneasy state-of-mind.
"Want some?"
He had no idea. "Uhhh…I couldn't even eat another…" Her words trailed off as he touched the scoop of chocolate frosting to her lips. She gave in and opened them letting the fork slide into her mouth. She took it from him and waited a second before slowly slipping it out.
It was John's turn to look unsettled by her movements. He shifted slightly in his seat, and she licked her lips in an enticing manor. Their eyes held each others gaze. Both of them knew this silent exchange was dangerous, but for the moment, they were the only two people in the room. John's eyes lowered to her mouth where a streak of chocolate had escaped her fork. He took his napkin and leaned over the table to brush it way. Her whole body froze as John's came within inches of her. Her heart began to race, as he ran the smooth cloth over her moistened lips.
The whole room became silent, and Elizabeth broke eye contact was him worried that someone could see what was taking place between the two of them. Before she could put her leader mask back in place and pretend like nothing happened, he closed the distance between them.
She sat up straight in bed, her heart pounding in her chest. She touched her head feeling flushed and aroused at the same it. She sighed and laid back in her bed. It had only been a dream.
The end until the next confrontation story.
AN: Please comment. :)
