Sweet and Smooth
WC: 720
C is for Cream
Timeline: Haruhi is twenty-two and Kyoya is twenty-three.
The last days of a honeymoon could still be as sweet as the first day.
If only the phone would stop ringing.
Haruhi lounged on the couch, listening to Kyoya talk to whatever businessman needed his opinion. At least he was close enough that she could listen to his voice.
Haruhi couldn't decide if these people were just so heartless as to be bothering someone who was on a honeymoon, or if they were really just so petty that they actually couldn't make their decisions on their own.
Or maybe Kyoya doesn't want those people making decisions, Haruhi thought, they might mess something up.
She scooped another spoonful of creamy dessert into her mouth, savoring the texture and flavor. She wasn't sure if developing a sweet tooth later in life was the best thing she could have done.
She heard him snap the cell phone shut, muttering something about 'imbeciles'.
Haruhi folded her legs under her, letting her white, knee-length dress ride up to reveal most of her thighs. She had taken a shower only a little while ago, her hair was still damp and smelled like lemons.
As she twirled the spoon around in the thick consistency of the pudding, she wondered why he was taking so long to come back.
The bowl holding the pudding was china, and Haruhi was still uneasy about holding this sort of thing, afraid that she would drop it on accident since she wasn't use to handling such fine dishware.
The dessert had originally come with strawberries, but she had eaten those a long time ago.
She casually twisted her head around, seeing if he was coming yet. She could hear a faint sound of a scratching pen.
She sighed, stretching her legs back out.
Haruhi dipped the spoon back into the pudding, putting it into her mouth with another sigh.
The sudden contact of lips on her ear and hands on her shoulders almost made her inhale the spoon.
She giggled and pulled the spoon out of her mouth, turning her head to share the dessert with him. He delved his tongue into her mouth, her own tongue meeting his in a waltz amongst the cream.
She pulled her head back and giggled again, swallowing the remaining pudding.
Kyoya, who was shirtless (much to her pleasure), came around the side of the couch and lay next to her, nearly on top of her. He leaned in to kiss her again, the bowl of pudding caught between them.
Haruhi gasped when she felt the chilled dessert hit her upper body, having dumped the rest of the contents in the bowl onto her chest. She looked down to see the white dessert running across white skin, she watched as it made its way down to hide in the dip of her dress.
Meeting his arrogant eyes, she realized that had not been an accident.
He took his glasses off and placed them on the coffee table, then lowered his head towards her collarbone.
Haruhi squirmed as his tongue lapped up the cream like a cat, making her writhe and laughed breathlessly. She reached her arms up to wrap them around his neck, arching her back to give him more access.
His hands snaked around her and started to undo the zipper of her dress, pushing the loose straps from her shoulders. His lips and tongue trailed after the pudding, continuing to clean the mess.
She dropped her arms so she could wiggle out of the straps, letting the silk bodice fall.
His tongue continued to make circular marks on her skin, until all the cream was gone, before moving onto another dessert-covered area. Haruhi moaned when he cleaned off the cream that had become trapped under her breast in one smooth stroke.
He repeated the movement with the other side, leaving Haruhi hot and making her hips buck and twist.
Once Haruhi had regained her senses, she saw him watching her with that smart-aleck look of his.
"What?" She choked.
He grinned and leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "I think you're going to need another shower. I'll help you wash your back."
Yeah, like that would be the part he would be interested in washing.
"What about the phone?" She said, not sure if that was a joke or not.
"I turned it off."