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022: Grapes

Rating: PG-13

Theme: 005. Grape(s)

May 15, 2009

She laid back on the couch, stretching lazily as she watched her boyfriend come into the room with a bowl of grapes. They were spending the afternoon together, just deciding to hang around rather than to do anything specific and relax.

Sam sat up as Danny neared, and when he sat where she had her head before, she laid back down, resting against his lap. Resting the bowl of grapes on the arm of the couch, he took out a single grape and froze it with the tip of his finger before popping it into his mouth. His eyes were trained on the television.

He had enough practice, something she was sure of, and when he was about to pop the next frozen grape into his mouth, she directed his hand to her own mouth.

"If you wanted some, all you had to do was ask," he grinned down at her before freezing another one and holding it out to her expectantly.

"Why ask when I can just have you feed me?" she asked, smiling back at him. "Besides, we don't get moments like these too often, so... can't I cherish the moment?"

"Can I mouth-to-mouth feed you?" he asked innocently, as if he knew she would shoot down the idea the second it left his mouth.

"Am I a baby bird?" she shot back, raising a brow at his odd request. She made a chirping noise as if she were actually a bird and he stuck his tongue out at her.

"Maybe."

"Oh, really," she smirked, sticking her tongue out back at him. "Wouldn't that defeat the purpose of the frozen grapes, though?"

"Miss Manson, are you claiming that I'm hot?"

"Your mouth is, I'll admit. When it's not making that shit-eating grin you have on your face right now," she added as an afterthought as the grin on his face grew.

"I'll take that."

"You're not feeding me like a baby bird, though," she dismissed his idea with a wave of a hand. "That's just ridicu–"

"I'm not regurgitating it," he defended, cutting her off mid-sentence.

Pursing his lips, he put a grape between them and leaned down making what semi-resembled kissing noises. Giggling, she tried to wiggle out of his embrace, which left her in a dangerous dangling position, hovering above the rug. Righting herself, she wiggled the other way.

"No, no," she laughed, deciding to slide down the couch, away from him. Despite this flawless plan, all couches had to come to an end somewhere, thus leaving her at the end of her rope... unless she wanted to start a chase throughout the house, which she didn't know if she had the strength for at that present moment in time.

When he realized she wouldn't give, he sucked the grape into his mouth and chewed, chuckling at her actions. "I'll get you," he vowed.

"One of these days, maybe." She figured it was safe to move back up to his lap and relax yet again. Opening her mouth expectantly, he dropped a frozen grape into the opening. "Thank you," she smiled.

"Wiggle like that again in my lap and you'll be getting an entirely different kind of 'thank you,' my dear."

"Why do you ruin every wholesome moment with a dirty pun?"

"Because they're funny."