King of Thieves
His body was a sumptuous dessert, like a variety box of crème filled truffles. White chocolate skin, raspberry lips, strawberry tongue-the delicacies were wrapped in scarlet satin and lace, trimmed with matching gloves and a sterling silver crucifix. A gothic prince in waiting, he looked amazingly royal in his costume, making all bow to his dark splendor. As a proud subject, I knelt before the "light" of my love, taking his hand in mine as I did so.
"You look simply ravishing tonight," I complimented. Before he could respond, I kissed his hand. "My liege."
His flesh adopted a crimson glow, like syrup dripping from a cordial cherry.
"Love, don't be ridiculous." he countered, "I'm no different out of this costume than in it."
A mischievous smile lit up my face. "Nonsense, darling." I reassured him, coming to standing. When I reached my full height, my arms circled his waist, drawing my rare bon bon closer to me. "I have seen you without that on, and I beg to differ."
Again, his cheeks flared hotly, this time a deep wild rose shade.
"My dear," I began, hooking a thumb and forefinger around his chin, trying to lift his head to meet his eyes, "the more you avoid me, the more appealing you appear."
"Quit embarrassing me, then!" he giggled, playfully slapping my shoulder.
The smack only enticed me further. "Foreplay so soon? If we start now, we'll miss Halloween!"
He laughed, a lovely, throaty sound that echoed my internal amusement.
"Oh, you—you--"
Eyebrow arched, a delicious smirk painted on my mouth like glaze on a doughnut, I awaited his befuddled reply-and promptly received the shock of my life. His lips closed over mine, sweet bread with fruity filling inside, inviting me inside his bakery to taste his wares. As a long-time customer, I was thoroughly satisfied with his products. He was the finest pastry chef in the world, always intriguing me with luscious recipes unique to his store. I exited his shop for some fresh air, surprised and delighted by his sudden change in temperament.
"Wha-What was that?" I gasped, still trying to catch my breath.
"That," he whispered, passionately in my ear, "is my way of saying 'Happy Halloween', Dearest."
"Mmm, Happy Halloween to you, too--"
Before I could respond now, his tapered fingers caressed my cheek, traced my bottom lip, then pulled me to him for another sample session. I moaned against the feel of us together, relishing in this moment of my favorite holiday as the king of thieves whisked my heart away to cherish as stolen treasure.
-Finis
Author's Note: Ah, nothing like a little romance for All Hallows Eve, right? There's enough blood and gore to last the month of October, but very few short and sweet stories centered around good old fashioned love and happiness. Hey, even I get tired of writing gloom and doom all the time. It feels great to let happiness reign in my court once in a while.
By the way, if anyone has any story requests or ideas for me to write on, I'd love to hear them. I'm available now to do that, so any and all requests are more than welcome! .