I do not own Skip Beat!
Thank you Yoshiki Nakamura for all of your incredible talent.
The Game: Second Match
His tongue lazily circled the outer crest of the creamy treat never once breaking eye contact with her. He dipped it in and out and around in little circles with a sly smirk on his lips.
"Huh." She gave a light gasp as she felt the blush from her ears creep to the back of her neck and little beads of sweat formed on her brow. She could barely breathe. Her mouth became dry and she felt little shivers crawl up her spine as a warmth pooled to her very core.
"You're right Babe," He purred, "I think I like the strawberry too."
"Fine. You win this one. Let's go!" She announced as she dragged him out of the ice cream shop.
"Heh, heh. Your turn to play slave." The Emperor whispered sexily in her ear. Too easy, he thought.