Prompt: Sycamore and Lysandre go café hopping! (and then they do the frickle fackle?)
for doodlecemetery
Lysandre eats an éclair.
"So what do you think of this café?"
"Mmm…" sighed Lysandre as he sipped his drink, making a show of looking all around the venue. "Passable, I suppose. Though their décor needs a little work. Perhaps some more red…"
Augustine merely laughed in response. "Always the red with you! Not everything has to be red, you know!"
"Mmm."
"…You're not listening to me, are you?"
"I'm sorry, what was that?" said Lysandre, setting down his coffee and picking up his éclair.
"Never mind," Augustine sighed, "I know a losing battle when I see one."
"Indeed," Lysandre agreed, bringing the éclair near his lips and taking a small bite.
"How's your chocolate éclair?"
"Pleasant enough, I suppose," he said, darting his tongue out daintily to lick at the cream coming out of the sweet treat.
"…Do you have to eat it like that?"
"Like what?" Lysandre replied, putting more of the pastry into his mouth and slowly biting another piece off.
"Like…like…"
"Yes? Go on." He licked delicately at the chocolate on the side.
"You know what I mean!"
"Alas, I am afraid I do not. Perhaps if you made yourself more clear?" Lysandre said, popping the bitten end of the pastry into his mouth, tongue teasing out the white cream inside.
"Now that's just indecent," Augustine grumbled, covering his flushed face with one hand as he pointedly looked away.
"Mmm…" he teased.
"All right," said Augustine, leaning in across the table, "you want me to be more clear? Well then, I'll be clear. When we are done here, we are going straight home. And when we get home, you are going to show me what else that mouth can do. Am I clear?"
"Crystal," Lysandre said with a smirk, licking his lips pointedly.
"Oh, mon Dieu, what have I gotten myself into?" Augustine groaned, clapping a hand to his forehead.
"One could call it…a sticky situation."
"Lysandre!"
Lysandre just laughed.