So this one wasn't technically part of the drabble tag, but it did result out of some comments following the drabble tag. I figured I might as well post it here too lol.
Rated T
Haagen-Daaz
"Cold!" Something frigid dripped onto his neckline, and Becker hissed and jerked sideways on the couch, then looked up to glare at whoever had caused the sudden onslaught. Jess stood behind the couch looking far too innocent, a spoon sticking out of a bowl in her hand. "What was that for?"
"Whatever was what for?" she asked, eyes wide. "You know, you seem to have a spot of something, just…" she pointed toward the spot on his neck, and he wiped at it absently, almost willing to believe it hadn't been intentional. "There, you've got it."
She turned and wandered back toward her kitchen, and after a suspicious moment of watching her go (it was a lovely view, after all), Becker returned to his previous slouch in front of the telly.
It wasn't too long before he heard just the faintest slip of bare feet creeping across the floor, and he tensed in anticipation. Sure enough out of the corner of his eye, he saw light glint off of what was likely a spoon, and he lunged, grabbing spoon and bowl in one hand and a wildly giggling Field Coordinator in the other. He tossed her onto the cushions, straddling her to hold her down and desperately trying to ignore the wiggling of her escape attempts and the effect on the tightness of his trousers. Becker surveyed his captive for a moment, and then deliberately took a large spoonful of ice cream and dropped it just above the V of her neckline. She squealed, and he grinned. Turn about was fair play after all.
"You know, you seem to have a spot of something, just there." He set the bowl and spoon aside and then leaned over her. "Why say I get that for you, hmm?"