author's notes: I originally wrote this piece as very raunchy but I went back and edited it to keep the rating. P: I apologize if it seems a bit choppy.

inspiration: I dated a guy who loved the food I made more than me.

Thanks for reviewing and reading! Over 1,000 views, so I made this one long(-ish).

warning: AU, suggestive situations/dialogue


beguile

.

to influence by trickery, flattery, etc.

to charm or divert

to pass (time) pleasantly


She rested her chin on her upturned palm, her other hand idle as it rested on the counter. The corners of her mouth twitched upwards in a beguiling smile; her lips continued to rise with each suspicious glance Shūhei sent her.

Tilting her head a little, she considered the delicious man in the kitchen and the equally yummy cookie dough that that man was currently whipping up. She watched that mixing bowl with hungry eyes; she was ready for when it would be unattended … and then, she would make her move...

"Don't even think about it, Sakura," warned Shūhei flatly, his upper arm muscles flexing pleasingly as he mixed the dough. "You can lick the bowl after I'm done."

With a grand huff, she pouted - apparently deterred - but still watched out of the corner of her eye. Since her sweet tooth was denied, she figured she might as well unabashedly ogle him.

Shūhei gave her a brief bemused look before popping the cookies into the oven and then sliding the mixing bowl over to her. "Here."

Her excited bouncing could not be contained as she enthusiastically peered into the bowl. " - ! There's barely anything left!"

She pinned him with a furious glare; he only smirked and handed her the spoon. "Meanie …" she muttered childishly, but took the utensil anyway, nibbling and licking at the vestiges of the scrumptious confection. With her tongue and teeth she skillfully removed the soft dough from the spoon, slightly crestfallen that Shūhei had left so little for her. Catching said man's eye, she brightened and winked.

He rounded the counter - never once breaking eye-contact - and pulled at the spoon in her mouth, which she released with a wet pop. She felt his other hand grip her hip in a firm - but not unpleasantly so - grasp.

Her cajoling grin returned as she allowed her head to tip back to meet his gaze. She could see how his dark eyes grew even darker to the point where it was difficult for her to discern his irides. Raising her slim arms, she draped them on his higher shoulders, one hand lingering to drag across his scalp, her thumb momentarily caressing his outermost scar.

He attacked her mouth - not that she really would complain, but when she dimly heard the timer going off, she pushed against his very tempting chest.

"... Mm, Shūhei … Shūhei, Shūhei, th-the cookies …"

And he was gone so quickly she felt suddenly cold from the lack of body heat.

"I didn't burn them," came Shūhei's relieved voice as he carefully placed the sheet down. His eyes widened and he moved to intercept her but she did not care.

"Wait, Sakura - !"

"Shit!"

He gave a slightly vexed sigh as she cradled her hand closer to her body. "Let me see..."

Bottom lip sliding out, she reluctantly extended the burned appendage. It was dwarfed in comparison as Shūhei cradled it in his own calloused hands.

"Sometimes I wonder about your intelligence, Sakura," he remarked, causing her pout to deepen.

"You need to be more careful," continued Shūhei as he raised her hand to his lips and gently kissed the reddened flesh. An action to which she could not help the girlish giggle and the subtle glance as she peered up at him between her eyelashes.

"Shū …" she started, her voice becoming throaty yet still retaining a seemingly innocent pitch. "What would you do … if I told you my tongue also got burned?"

Bewilderment flickered briefly in his gaze but soon vanished - replaced by something much more unadulterated. He moved nearer, almost touching but not quite. His face loomed over hers.

"First," he began, his own voice becoming husky, "I would wonder as to how. Second, I would have to make sure you're okay..."

She let him in right away, sealed at the mouth. She revelled the feeling of his tongue slowly nursing her own as she collapsed against Shūhei's more solid frame. Her hands wandered, tracing the defined muscles of his shoulders and arms while her own tongue began to compete with his. She felt him tug at the hem of her top before he gripped her wrist with one hand while the other heedlessly pressed her against his torso.

"Not so fast, Sakura," growled Shūhei. "Give the cookies time to cool."

She turned her face to the side, abashed that she had been caught.

He chuckled at her obvious chagrin. The vibrations carried over to her, causing warmth to shoot throughout her body despite her annoyance at his amusement.

She sent him a mild glare. "Well? What do you want to do in the meantime?"

A wolfish grin drew her attention to the '69' tattoo on his cheek. "I have some ideas."


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