Rashel and Quinn

Quinn opened his eyes and looked around.

What the heck is he doing on a mat—in a gym? And why the heck is his body sore?

"Good—you're awake," Rashel said, setting a bowl on a gym equipment.

He frowned and propped himself up with his elbows, "What the hell happened?"

Rashel smiled and edged closer to him, squatting in front of him with her hands on her hips, "You honestly don't remember?"

"No," Quinn shook his head, feeling a raw spot just below his left ear, "Tell me what—"

And then it hit him. The realization of losing a bet to his part shape-shifter, part human soulmate. She had tried to make him eat those…muddy-looking strawberries—before he declared to do a bet; saying that if she wins…he'll try to eat one of those muddy-looking human crap—and if he wins, then she won't ever make him try human food. Ever again.

"I beat you in your own game, Quinn," Rashel said, a little smile playing on her lips, "Go on and eat it."

He groaned, covering his nose with his left arm, "At least bring it to me. I can't walk with all these sore hits on me."

Rashel smirked, "You're a vampire. It should've healed a long time ago."

"How long are you saying?" Quinn asked, watching Rashel get the bowl—with the inedible crap—and then watched her sit down beside him on the mat.

"Five minutes long," she said, holding the bowl under his nose, "Come on, John. Be a good sport and suppress you pride."

He tried stalling—by saying; "What if it's poisonous? I might die because of it."

But Rashel replied; "You're a vampire for Pete's sake. You won't die," with a small snort.

"No—I meant…what if this human food has wood in it? I'd die, you know," Quinn said, sitting up before crossing his arms.

She laughed, "John, if it has wood in it—do you think I'd feed it to you?"

"Probably," Quinn said, eyeing the muddy-looking substance on a strawberry, "I mean—I know you get ticked off at me sometimes."

Rashel rolled her eyes, "Sometimes."

He was silent, still examining the bowl; his face showed a rapt and forfeited expression.

"If you don't eat it now…I'm going to force it down your throat," Rashel threatened, her green eyes turning into narrow slits.

"Can you give me five seconds to run for it?" Quinn suggested hopefully.

"No," she replied shortly, taking a strawberry with the muddy-looking substance, "Come on. Eat."

"Does that mean I have to swallow?" he asked, looking horrified while Rashel brought the strawberry closer to his face.

"Yes—it means you have to swallow, taste, and chew. Got any problems with that?"

"In fact, I do have problems with it," Quinn said, leaning away from the inedible crap, "Is it edible?"

"Of course it's safe to eat," Rashel said—sighing in the end of the sentence, "Here, watch."

She set the bowl down on the mat, the 'edible' food pinched between her forefinger and thumb, and then she gently bit down—grinning at him when she finished the strawberry, "See? It's not harmful—or poisonous—or inedible—or—"

"I get it, I get it," Quinn sighed—a second before an idea popped in his head, "I still don't want it."

"What?" Rashel nearly growled, her hand curled into an opaque fist.

"I, John Quinn, do not want it," Quinn emphasized each word slowly, a small smirk barely seen on his lips.

Rashel lost it.

She glared—and in one quick motion, she had shoved a chocolate-coated strawberry in his marginally opened lips. At the same instant why he closed his lips with her fingers inside his mouth. Quinn's eyes were glinting mischievously as he sucked on Rashel's fingers slowly—and after a few seconds later, he pulled away with the usual smirk on his face.

"It actually tasted good—" Quinn paused while gazing at Rashel's astonished expression, "—if you're feeding me."

She blushed and glared, "Not fair—I had to force you to eat that one chocolate covered strawberry!"

"Well," Quinn shrugged, fingering another chocolate covered strawberry before dropping it in his mouth, "All I have to say is; these things are sweet—almost as sweet as your personality."

Rashel blushed and softly bit down on a new chocolate covered strawberry.

"One more thing," he grinned at her, lightly poking her right cheek with his forefinger, "I love you."

She smiled at him, "I love you, too."

It's not that short! …right? Hopefully, it's not. XD
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How was it? XDD it's like seven minutes before midnight…so I gotta get going. Haha…! I'm such a rebel! JOKE!

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