A/N: Another one to dry your tears from the other one...

This Time by Jonathan Rhys Meyers

2. Peppermint

Her voice stops his movements as it cuts across the room like a knife. "Don't even think about it."

"What?" He says innocently.

"I'm not blind!" She glares at him as she snatches her purse away from him. "You've been wolfing down my Icebreakers for the past hour! I only had like ten left and I'm pretty sure I saw you sneak your hand in here nine times!"

"Your perception impresses me."

She continues ignoring his diversion. "So, if I'm right-which I know I am- you've only left one for me!" She digs the blue circular tin out of her purse and pops it open. Upon seeing the lone mint inside she slowly meets his amused gaze with narrowed eyes.

"Bastard." She mutters darkly.

"Now, Lizzie!" He starts in a jovial tone. "There's no need for such harsh words! I'm offended!" He laughs. "You can apologize by giving me that one too! Here, I'll help myself-Ow!"

He flinches when she slaps his hand away from the tin.

"Go to hell. It's mine."

"Now hold on just a sec-"

"Nope!" She pops the mint into her mouth just as he's about to reach for the mint once more leaving him grasping at air.

"-you owe me..." He trails off watching as she smirks at him, obviously pleased at having gained the upper hand.

He narrows his eyes at her. "Now that was not nice at all Lizzie."

She shrugs making pouted sucking sounds as she talks. "All's fair in love and war, Red." She says in a matter-of-fact tone.

He quirks his eyebrows. "Really? And you call this a war?"

"Uh-yeah! Icebreaker war!"

He throws his head back and laughs loudly. "Oh, Lizzie, your dorky side amuses me sometimes!"

She rolls her eyes at him.

"And what makes you think you've won this battle?"

She shoots him an incredulous expression. "Who got the mint?"

She squeaks in surprise when he covers her lips with his own. Slowly, he runs his hands across her back, easing her across the couch. He pushes his tongue against her lips and she readily allows him inside. The mint makes his lips and tongue tingle with the sharp, refreshing taste that the it's left there...and low and behold, when he runs his tongue over hers, he finds that he's caught the goods, amongst other things. She moans breathlessly as he gently pulls away from her.

"God, that was fabulous, Lizzie." He proudly bares his teeth at her with the tiny mint sitting between his teeth.

Her eyes flutter open and scrutinize his insolent taunt.

"And I must say that the sunlight does wonders for your gorgeous complexion and those beautiful eyes." He murmurs against her cheek while tucking wisps of her dark hair behind her ear.

"Flattery will get you nowhere."

He chuckles softly. "Now, I've a simple question for you..."

"No."

"Ah, ah, ahh," he hushes her pressing a finger to her lips. "Who got the mint?"

She glares at him.

"Who?"

Silence.

"Lizzie?"

"You did," She bites out.

She pushes him off and stalks away. "It's not over Raymond!