Guessing Games

By: ParamoreXO

A/N: Thanks a bunch to everyone who added this to your favorites list or has reviewed! It means a lot!

"I swear, Ben's dragged me here over a hundred times!" Kevin muttered, slamming the car door shut. As he rounded the flashy green and black polished hot rod, he promptly opened my door for me as usual. "Thanks," I smiled, hoping it would help. Ben had unsurprisingly shot out of the car the instant Kevin had parked in front of his favorite smoothie joint, Mr. Smoothie. He'd split as if wild raving dogs were chasing him.

That's Ben for you. A complete idiot.

"Relax, Kev," I told my boyfriend, lacing my fingers through his rough ones, still healing from our last Plumber mission, "I have a little game that we can try out while we're here."

His dark, earthy eyes flashed wickedly, the summer sun catching them at just the right angle. "What kind of game?"

"Here's a hint," as Kevin sat down at one of the sticky benches among the many that the High School students flocked, I swooped down and pecked him on the lips.

His devilish smile widened, causing my heart to do crazy flips in my chest, "My favorite kind."

Smacking him playfully on the arm, I spotted my brunette idiot of a cousin coming our way, "Wait with Ben while I go order stuff for it."

"Do I have to—"

"Yes," I rolled my eyes and left Kevin to talk to Ben, who had just walked up to our bench, rather confused. While waiting in line, I found myself touching my lips, still tingling from just that little, innocent peck.

XOXO

Balancing a tray filled with twenty-something sample cups, I weaved my way through the massive crowd and made it to our table safely without so much as making a single drop spill from the flimsy containers. "What are you…?" Ben began but stopped midsentence. He was smart enough to put two and two together, "Okay, ew, sick, I'm gonna wait in the car!"

"No drinks in the car!" Kevin shouted at him as he was halfway between the car and us.

"Yeah, yeah," Ben waved without looking back.

Rolling his eyes, Kevin turned back to me, eying the many cups of different juices with curiosity. Brown raised, a knowing smirk spread upon his lips, "So, I'm guessing I have to guess the flavor?"

"Bingo," I straddled the empty spot next to him, "They're pretty basic flavors but I mixed a few."

"How do you know what flavor is which?" He asked, picking up a cup to examine its murky green contents.

"Only so many times of challenging Ben to a smoothie chugging contest can get your taste buds used to certain flavors."

"Gotcha," He licked his lips, setting the cup back down on the tray.

"So," Picking up a cup from the middle I downed it effortlessly. The warm juice slithered down my throat, soaked up on my tongue, "Kiss and guess."

Wrapping his strong arms around my waist, Kevin pulled me into him without a second thought. As our lips closed in, my hands rested on his perfectly chiseled chest, his heart beating a little faster than usual against my palms. The instant his lips met mine, I let his tongue in to explore, taking in the flavor. With a few tender, insanely gentle caresses, he pulled away, "Definitely watermelon."

I grinned, breathless after just that first kiss, "Whaddaya know? Mr. I-hate-Mr.-Smoothie knows his flavors."

Arms still wrapped firmly around me, his eyes twinkled mischievously. "So what happens if I guess the wrong flavor?"

"That's one less flavor for you to guess, which means one less kiss," I dumped another cup into my mouth, letting the sweet creamy flavor seep in my tongue.

Kevin dove in with is tongue twisting my tongue all around in my mouth, all fun and games. This one lasted longer than the previous one as he playfully flicked his tongue in and out. Surfacing, he wiped the corner of his mouth, a bead of orange colored liquid slipping from his lips. "Orange flavored."

I nodded, slightly out of breath from his intense yet playful kiss, "Let's see if you can get this one." Slurping down the thick, sugary juice, I took one last gulp until my mouth was thoroughly bleached.

This time, it was me who slipped my tongue into his mouth instead of the other way around. Trying to hold his tongue on the roof of his mouth, it was an unsuccessful attempt to feel him squirm. Slyly, he slipped around mine and began to trace my bottom lip, kissing all the sugary liquid clean off.

Lightly pulling apart, I lingered before his lips, not wanting to completely pull away. I wasn't quick to open my eyes, the urge to plunge in for more extremely tempting, "I need another taste," he breathed, diving into me for even more in a long and teasing kiss. For the second time with the mystery flavor, we pulled apart, panting, "Pineapple with grape?"

My hands, which I had to force myself to let go of his shaggy, midnight black hair, picked up another Dixie cup. "Impressive," I answered before my upper lip fell over the rim of the cup, hot, blended juice trickling into my mouth. The instant I pulled the cup away from my mouth, Kevin's craving lips were over mine. His tongue tumbled onto mine, trying to take in as much of the flavor as he could. The edges of my opened mouth tugged upward. This one was tricky.

Pulling apart, his brows scrunched together in concentration, studying my face with serious eyes. "Coconut?"

"Nope," I smirked, knowing that he was seething on the inside for having lost this round.

"Then what is it? I swear, it tasted exactly like coconut!"

"When Ben first had me drink it and guess, I thought so too. It's really French vanilla with pear."

"How the Hell am I supposed to know what kind of vanilla—"

"That's just one less kiss for you!" I teased, tugging at the neckline of his shirt.

"Oh, really?" He challenged, obsidian eyes flashing mischievously. As I opened my mouth the shoot a quick retort, I found myself kissing him again, hot and heavy. An instant thrill zipped through my body when I brushed against the inside of his cheek. When he started tracing hearts against the roof of my mouth, it nearly melted me with happiness, ecstatic zings of pleasure racing through my veins.

"Um, excuse me?"

Kevin and I broke apart abruptly, angered at whoever had just interrupted us. Then…I realized something wasn't right. Everything was different, out of place. First of all…why was it dark out?

"Ah, we're, like, about to close," a Mr. Smoothie employee droned, pushing his thick, Tupperware glasses up higher on his hook nose, "So you two, like, need to leave."

"Oh," I squeaked, shocked that it was night already. If Mr. Smoothie closed at eleven o'clock at night…oh crap. Kevin and I had been making out in public for over three hours.

"Okay, thanks, we'll leave," Kevin spoke up. Taking my hand in his, we headed for his car, the only one left on the once crowded curb. Just as I was about to jump in the passenger side of the car, I noticed something moving in the backseat. "K-Kevin… Is that…Ben?"

Fast asleep and curled up, Ben was drooling all over the leather seat. The instant Kevin realized this, I saw the fury flash in his dark eyes. "He's so dead! Look what he did to the seat! He slobbered all over it with his idiot drool!"

"Wait!" I grabbed Kevin's arm, stopping him from throwing open the side door and strangling my cousin, "Let's scare him."

Pausing for a moment, a coy smile worked its way up his full lips, "Follow my lead."

Opening the driver side door, Kevin slid in, waiting for me to follow suit on the other side. Once I strapped in, Kevin's loud voice startled my cousin, rousing him out of whatever dream he was having, "BENJI IS NOT GONNA LIKE THE FACT THAT THEY CLOSED MR. SMOOTHIE DOWN!"

Trying not to laugh, I made my voice boom, "I KNOW, IT'S SO SAD THAT THEY CLOSED MR. SMOOTHIE DOWN!"

Smack!

"Whoa, he fainted!" Kevin exclaimed with the biggest smile. I glared at him, "Hey, at least we got him to shut up."