It was a cold morning. Bekah woke up shivering under the blankets. Not wanting to open her eyes, she groped blindly for the best source of warmth; her dear boyfriend Garth. But it was futile. He had already gotten up and was working on his costume. He was almost done with the transforming beast of a project, but he still had a few details to work out on it. So Bekah brushed a curl out of her face and opened her eyes, realizing that she felt funny. The sensations in her fingertips didn't quite feel right, her hands were shaking, and she was ravenous. She knew what was wrong. Her blood glucose was low, but the problem had a simple solution: she just needed to eat something.
Bekah stumbled out of bed and headed for the kitchen with full intentions for finding something to eat. She passed the living room, her mind preoccupied with the contents of the refrigerator. She was so engrossed with thoughts of food, that she didn't even hear Garth's greeting.
"Good morning Koibito-chan!" Garth said, and raised a hand. He frowned slightly when she didn't even look his way, and his frown deepened as she bumped her shoulder against the corner of the wall. Something wasn't right. He followed her, watching as she sifted through leftovers, taking a bite or two of a few things, then moving on to the pantry. He kept watching silently, curious as to her actions.
She let out an exclamation as she found a red box with a picture of long chocolate-covered biscuits, one of his many boxes of Pocky. He watched as she tore into the box and inner wrapper, taking out pieces of the Japanese candy and munching on them.
While she worked on introducing sugar into her bloodstream, Garth's artistic brain came up with an idea. He had seen couples on the internet interacting using Pocky, and it had always been something he had wanted to try. That and he would take any chance to get close to Bekah.
Garth waited for her to finish the stick of Pocky she was working on, and as she put the next one in her mouth, he grabbed her by the shoulders and spun her around, catching her as she came around and put the opposite end of the Pocky in his mouth, all in one smooth motion. In her surprise, she froze, until her skin covered itself in small bumps. Her blue eyes softened. He could see them much better without her glasses; she had forgotten to put them on in her strange sense of mind. The right corner of her coral lips lifted into a smile that softened her face so that, to put it simply, she was beautiful.
Garth awoke from her spell and noticed that her eyes were slightly glazed and she was having trouble focusing them, reminding him of her strange actions.
"Are you okay?" He asked her around the Pocky in his mouth, his handsome face showing small signs of concern. She nodded, almost snapping the brittle biscuit stick.
"Mm-Hmm, just low blood sugar," she said, words slightly slurred from speaking with the Pocky still in her mouth, as well as the low level of sugar in her blood.
"Good," Garth said, meaning that he was glad that she was all right, biting off the end of the Pocky while keeping it in his mouth, drawing their faces closer together. He watched as Bekah's cheeks went from a healthy rosy-pink to a deeper red. She bit off the end of the Pocky that wasn't dipped in chocolate with an audible crunch, and slid a bit more into her mouth, tongue already working on sucking off the dark chocolate coating. Garth felt his cheeks grow pink with that unique heat surging under his tan skin.
They each took a deep breath in and bit off more of the Pocky. The distance between them was short, but it seemed like a much longer length than it actually was. They bit off of a few more centimeters. The air was still. Neither was breathing. The anticipation was wonderful, and yet at the same time dreadful. The two simply slid more of the Pocky into their mouths, not biting. They could feel each other's heat. So little of the Pocky was left between them. They stared into each other's blue eyes. They slid the last of the Pocky into their mouths, biting it in half as their lips met. The feel of Bekah's soft and warm lips combined with the rich chocolate and bread-like taste of the Pocky was building a passion in Garth like fire, until it was too much for him to bear. He stared into Bekah's sparkling eyes, reading through them that she was having a similar experience as well as driving a smoldering gaze into her eyes, telling her wordlessly what he was about to do.
Garth caved into his craving and let his lips devour Bekah's own. He covered her bottom lip with his and sucked on it, flicking out the tip of his tongue to taste her, mix her flavor with the Pocky's, as well as to see if she wanted to deepen the kiss.
His sweetness was curing her low blood sugar, and at the same time not raising it to an unhealthy level. Then her tongue slowly swept over his lips, from his bottom lip to his top, and down again to where his lips met. A pleased 'Hmmmm' escaped Garth's throat, and he parted his mouth to let her in. She didn't waste her chance. Her tongue delved into his mouth, exploring the familiar cavern. Her tongue still had some chocolate on it.
"Mmmm…" Who had said it, neither knew, but they both agreed. Their tongues danced together merrily, exchanging mouths over and over until neither could tell whose mouth belonged to whom. Garth pulled Bekah to him, moving his hands down her back to hold her waist against him. He felt her arms go around him and rest on his back, her hands against the nape of his neck and in his hair on the back of his head, holding him to her. And so they held each other as they kissed into oblivion.