Drabble: Chocolate
Title: Chocolate
Rating: R (for everything implied)
Characters: Remus/Sirius
Wordcount: ~200
A/N: Yay, an actual drabble for that crazy, crazy person who prompts me with "Food. And Angst." (a.k.a. manraviel).
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Chocolate cake always tastes good, no matter where or why you eat it. You might be deliriously happy, celebrating or just having fun…
Soft and creamy chocolate is smeared over your lips, decorating the corners of your mouth with sweet, dark stains. You giggle delightedly as he crawls closer on the bed. His head hovers over yours for a second, lowering as his tongue licks off the rich goodness.
He pauses and moans against your cheek, before those sweet lips once again devour your mouth. You smile against the intrusion, and give back as good as you get.
This time, it’s your hand that sneaks towards the nightstand. Your fingers sink into the moist cake, clumsily grabbing a large chunk.
He’s still kissing you hungrily, when you flip him over and sit on top, straddling his hips with your legs. You smile mischievously as you cover his chest in thick chocolate cream. He grins appreciatively when you lean in to lap up the velvety mess. He moans, and his blue eyes sparkle with desire.
Chocolate cake always tastes good. Even when you wish to forget. But instead, end up remembering how it felt like, when you used to eat it together.
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Rating: R (for everything implied)
Characters: Remus/Sirius
Wordcount: ~200
A/N: Yay, an actual drabble for that crazy, crazy person who prompts me with "Food. And Angst." (a.k.a. manraviel).
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Chocolate cake always tastes good, no matter where or why you eat it. You might be deliriously happy, celebrating or just having fun…
Soft and creamy chocolate is smeared over your lips, decorating the corners of your mouth with sweet, dark stains. You giggle delightedly as he crawls closer on the bed. His head hovers over yours for a second, lowering as his tongue licks off the rich goodness.
He pauses and moans against your cheek, before those sweet lips once again devour your mouth. You smile against the intrusion, and give back as good as you get.
This time, it’s your hand that sneaks towards the nightstand. Your fingers sink into the moist cake, clumsily grabbing a large chunk.
He’s still kissing you hungrily, when you flip him over and sit on top, straddling his hips with your legs. You smile mischievously as you cover his chest in thick chocolate cream. He grins appreciatively when you lean in to lap up the velvety mess. He moans, and his blue eyes sparkle with desire.
Chocolate cake always tastes good. Even when you wish to forget. But instead, end up remembering how it felt like, when you used to eat it together.
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