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She didn't maintain her hair like his smooth and silky and perfect locks then. He smirked proudly.

He held her tightly to him as the boat spun and whirled wildly. He knew that it was part of the ride. Ah, but she didn't. He held her even more tightly to him and she grasped his waist. Dangerously close to his…er hem. His ears turned an even violent shade of red. Her breathing was coming out in short fast pants as the boat surged wildly. A ray of light was appearing. They were nearing the end of the tunnel. Hail the Chocolate Crispies.

She sat up reluctantly. It was very nice, just lying there, feeling the exhilaration of the ride… Willy's face seemed to be on fire. He stood up and pointed at the different rooms. "Clotted cream, sour cream, whipped cream, cream de la crème, ice cream and hair cream!" Thus saying, he opened his palm to reveal a dollop of pinkish dotted with blue dots of hair cream. Before she could react, he had massaged the weird looking cream into her hair.

"Wha? Oi!" She glared at him before settling back into the boat. It was amazing, really. Different doors at the edges of the river with different coloured signs, blinking with neon lights, with Christmas lights, New year lights, candles and even traffic lights. She was truly fascinated and was tempted to jump out of the boat to explore. Rummmblre… She looked at Willy, the sound seemed to come from him. But he was looking somewhere else, with an innocent expression on his face and his fingers were all pointing at the Oompa Loompas.

Whoops. He could feel her staring at him. Hopefully, she wouldn't realise that the sound actually came from HIM. He tried to look as innocent as possible and stuck out all is fingers in the direction of the Oompa Loompas.

"Goodness, it's getting late. Dinner will be served." Taking out a small bell, he shook it, the light tinkling sound contrasting greatly with the roar of the chocolate river. The river seemed to slow down and it became smooth flowing again. Oompa Loompas were setting up a table in front of them and plates were laid, with a candle lighted on the table. A chef Oompa Loompa came, placing a small bowl of soup in front both of them. He shrugged when Willy gave him a questioning look. He signed something and Willy nervously darted a glance at Anastasia. What? Her own eyebrow cocked up. She definitely didn't know what they were saying. "He said there was only one small bowl of soup left. You have it. It's my favourite mushroom and cheese soup."

"No,no, Wily, take it. I'm imposing on you." The bowl was pushed back to him.

"No,no, I insist." He pushed it back.

"Willy, let's just share it k?" Yay! He was going to share soup with her!

But, they were soon having a small quarrel over who should get the last crouton.

"It's mine!" Willy spooned it over to his side.

"No, be nice Willy, gimme that!" She spooned it over to her side.

"Mine."

"Willy, I'm the guest."

"I'm the host Andy!"

"Mine!"

"Mine!"

"Mine."

"No, mine!" With each word, both leaned in front possessively. Suddenly, Andy realised that her lips were just a breath's away from his. Her breath caught in her throat and she suddenly became aware of his scent for the first time since she had stepped into the factory. A surprising scent that didn't fit in with the whole 'Great Chocolatier' image. A sandalwood smell. A very masculine and woody scent. How would he taste like? Her stomach was tingling and an unknown emotion stirred within the depths of her heart. Leaning forward, she mindlessly pressed her lips against his.

The beautiful violet eyes were boring at him and he closed the distance between them, one gloved hand in her hair, the hair cream had done its job. The secluded part of him was revolted having someone touch him, but another part was undeniably glad. He had longed for this moment. He admitted to himself. It was an explosion and a treat to his senses. It was similar to sampling a rich creamy dessert of fire, dangerous yet addictive. Plucking up his courage, he ran his tongue slowly across her closed lips, happily tasting the soup there. Who knew that soup was more tasty on her lips?
When his tongue started tickling the entrance of her lips, she gave a gasp. This was definitely NOT expected, but it was not an unpleasant feeling. He was going to move away when she stopped him, holding his head between her hands, the warm pads of her thumbs stroking his cheeks. This was her first kiss and hell, she wasn't going to let him dominate her. Besides, he was the first guy she felt so at ease with, the first guy that she…liked. Even though they had only met for a while, she was strangely attracted to him. Was it true? Did she like him? Searching deep within, it was the truth and she smiled in spite of herself. Well, she wasn't sure that he liked her back, and…she didn't have the courage to say so.
Running her tongue now over his lip instead, Willy gave a strangled moan. Goodness… He tasted of all things yummy. She was a billion zillion times sure that she would never tire of that taste…
He could feel her smile against him, like she knew something he didn't. Before he could ponder about it, she had unconsciously slipped her tongue into his. The kiss was slow, sweet and chaste. They were both entering new territory, not knowing what to do. For Willy, this was also his first kiss, and what he was doing was purely up to his imagination. The hesitancy convinced his to slowly touch hers. The slow contact sent a surge of electricity through both of them, causing them to draw back slightly.

They were both suddenly aware that they weren't the only ones existent, since the Oompa Loompas on both sides were all beetroot red and were looking in the other direction...

Freddylover5 thanks for encouraging me x)

for their kiss, they're beginners so making it look chaste, things WILL get hot and fiery, they're going to practice. yup. they're practicing alright. x)

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