Okay, so this is Purple Afro's request: Max, Mariam, and chocolate sauce. This one was a joy to write – I really needed to write some lovey-dovey teenage MaxMariam. Gosh, I love these two!
I'm going to apologize ahead of time for any mistakes - I get a feeling there are quite a few...
As a side note, it's about 92 degrees Fahrenheit here. Ew.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Chocolate Sauce
It was a scorcher that day. The sun shone sickeningly hot, forcing the thermometer to hover between one ungodly temperature and another, leaving no room for satisfaction. Anyone with air conditioning was taking full advantage of it. Those who weren't so lucky were stuck either melting into a sticky pile of sweat, making a desperate dash for the beach, or, in Max and Mariam's case, making the most of the sordid heat and sluggish humidity.
"This is such a waste of electricity…" Max spoke with no particular interest or care in what he was saying. He really didn't care one bit. His mom might, but under the circumstances she wouldn't be able to blame him. Who cared how economically unfriendly it was to have the freezer door hanging wide open while you practically lay in it? What else could you do in such disgusting weather?
Mariam made a nonchalant noise from beside Max, looking close to sleep with her forehead rested against a bag of frozen vegetables. Max smiled at her and brushed away a small drop of sweat trailing its way down her bare back, causing a generous shiver to course through her. She shot Max a look and he flashed a smile.
"You want some ice cream, Mariam?" the American asked, seemingly out of the blue. In reality, a brand new carton of fudge swirl ice cream had been in his direct line of sight for however long they'd been cozying up to the freezer, and it was torture for his sweet tooth.
The blunette nodded, parting reluctantly with the cool air streaming out of the freezer and adjusted her bikini top and cut-off shorts that she'd worn to the beach earlier. She raised an eyebrow as Max looked her up and down a couple times, lingering on her legs. "I think the heat's getting to you, Maxie," she drawled out his name, and a blush spread across his freckly cheeks. She snickered to herself when he buried his upper torso in the freezer, supposedly searching for the desired frozen treat. He made messing with him too easy and enjoyable.
When Max emerged from the freezer a minute or so later, his blush had been reduced to nothing but a slight dusting. He set the frozen dessert on the island situated in the center of the kitchen and spotted Mariam reaching for a box of ice cream cones. Despite being on her tiptoes, Mariam's fingertips could only just brush the edge of the box. She hopped for it and managed to chase it back even further. Here, Max spotted an opportunity. He stood behind the Saint Shield and reached up to easily grab the ice cream cones and pull them down. All the time his bare torso was just centimeters from her back. He couldn't help but blush, even when he was taking the initiative.
Mariam turned around, trapped between her boyfriend and the granite countertop. She blinked slowly at him and sent a few pointed glances towards his lips. Just as he was leaning in, she snatched the cones out of his hand and slid out from her entrapment. He gave her a confused look.
"I don't want our ice cream to melt," she said with an innocent shrug.
The look on Max's face said he didn't believe in her innocence, but he didn't complain past a small pout. Instead, he pulled an ice cream scooper out of a drawer and went to fill the cones Mariam had set on the counter. When he'd finished, he signaled for his girlfriend to wait. He opened the fridge and found the bottle of chocolate sauce sitting on the door, and drizzled a generous amount onto his ice cream.
"Want some?" he asked, holding the bottle out in her direction.
"Sure, why not?" She held her cone out, and he slathered the sauce onto her ice cream as well. Max missed the mischievous glint in her eyes.
Once satisfied with the amount of chocolate contained in one ice cream cone, Max stuck the bottle of chocolate sauce back into the refrigerator, and started to lick the frozen treat. Just then, a squeak directed his attention back to Mariam and all the color returned to his face. She was staring at him out of the corner of her eye and licking up a trail of chocolate sauce that had begun to slide down her wrist.
He gulped and she smiled deviously.
Max wasn't aware of walking forward until he could see quite clearly a minuscule driblet of chocolate still sitting in the crease of Mariam's lips. She was staring up at him again, with those wide, piercing, green eyes, just begging for a kiss. He complied willingly, capturing her lips with his. He felt Mariam's arms reach up around his neck, pulling him farther down into her lips, and his skin erupted into a plethora of goose bumps. He smiled into the kiss, and slid his arms around her waist. His legs almost buckled beneath him when he felt her thumb stroke the back of his neck.
SLAM!
The kitchen door was practically one with the wall, thanks to Judy.
Max would have jumped a foot backward if Mariam's arms hadn't remained locked around his neck in a defiant display of affection.
Max's mom stood in the doorway, seething in anger. Mr. Tate was behind her, eyes wide and mouth gaping. Judy opened her mouth to speak a few times, but seemed to be at a loss for words when it came to Max and his undesirable girlfriend making out in their swimsuits. Mariam had been coming around too often to purposefully annoy Judy and she was in no mood for a direct confrontation that day. Her face contorted into an expression of extreme anger, and she marched away in the direction of her room, shouting all the way.
With Judy gone, an embarrassed Max and a smug Mariam turned to look at Mr. Tate.
"Uh, we fixed the air conditioning, so it should start to cool down again soon…" His speech faded away as he stared at Max and Mariam, whose arms were still wrapped loosely around each other. Without another word, he gave them a huge smile and a thumbs-up, before hurrying after his wife.
Max watched him go, a bit of a guilty feeling prancing around in the pit of his stomach. He forgot all about it, though, when Mariam's voice brought his face back around to face her. "What?" he asked, having totally missed what she'd said.
Mariam sighed at his obliviousness. "Your ice cream is melting down my legs."
He glanced quickly at the island where Mariam's sat in a soupy mess, and sprung backwards when he realized that he did, indeed, still have his own ice cream in his hand. "Gah! Sorry!"
Mariam gave a short chuckle and winked. "That's okay - you'll just have to lick it up for me."
"WHAT?"
A beet-red and stammering Max was left to explain to his furious mother that Mariam wasn't serious, because his girlfriend had conveniently exploded into a fit of outrageous laughter at a passing Judy's outburst. His father was no help either.