#10 – Whisper
There really is no need to shout when you talk with someone, especially if that someone happens to be your lover. In some occasions, the softer you say things, the better. Some things are for only your lover to hear.
The afternoon was nice, the once timid sun now a bit more confidently shining upon the Radiant Garden. The wind and the slightly crisp weather went mostly unnoticed, so Leon and Cloud decided to take a walk around town, leaving Antsy at home for a bit. Today would be just for them.
Holding hands, they walked around the shopping district, glancing briefly at some of the windows, exchanging opinions about where to go next, what to do next. They finally decided to stop for a while, conveniently near a brand new coffee shop, still unknown to the majority of the residents. As such, it was mostly empty except for some people – an old couple, discussing what to do about their grandchildren's birthday, a middle-aged man, furiously writing something while almost spilling the contents of his cup and a teenage girl, probably waiting for someone, judging by the way she looked up when the door opened, to let them in.
The two men walked up to the counter and asked the kind woman who came up to them for a cup of coffee, black, no sugar and a mocha. After paying, they sat at a table near the back of the shop, Leon making fun of Cloud for his choice of drink.
"I like chocolate, okay? I don't make fun of you and your coffee addiction, do I?" The blond man furrowed his brow.
"It's nothing to make fun of, babe, it's pretty normal." The brunet laughed. Incapable of feigning anger, Cloud smirked, taking pleasure in the curve of his lover's mouth. He leaned over the small table, which barely covered both their legs, and whispered in Leon's ear, just loud enough for him to hear.
"You have the sweetest lips… Even better than chocolate. Can I lick 'em?"
Leon stopped laughing, his gaze turning a bit darker, intent turning a bit less chaste.
"Anytime love."