Contest Entry
Title: Petits Fours
Theme: cake feeding
Rating: M
A/N: This was inspired by these desserts:
Yummeh
Frangipane
Eventually I will post on ff.net. :D Enjoy.
Petits Fours
“Mignardises?”
“Yes, a whole box of them.”
As Saya stepped into the twin doors of their Parisian apartment, she had an added hop to her step, a sign that her Chevalier had learned to associate with mischief. And knowing so, her mischief usually ended in one or both parties with flushed faces and an embarrassing memory to add to a collection, mainly on his end. Anticipating what was to come caused the man to clear his throat, making him eager to stand before the woman sat onto the plush carpet beside him and set the gold embroidered box between them. Fanning her lavender dress across her legs, she followed the words on the label with her fingernail.
“Mignadises,” she whispered like a dreamy child watching the snowflakes of a snow globe settle. She had purposely mispronounced the word and on instinct, the brunette corrected her.
“Mignardises. Petits fours glacés.”
When the catty grin on Saya’s face pulled wide enough to reveal her wisdom teeth, the man knew he had just fallen into her trap. She knew exactly how to speak French. She just wanted to hear him speak it. Pressing a palm to his forehead, Haji shielded the flush already beginning to brew with his arm.
She got him.
Feeling a mild sense of guilt for her Chevalier, the girl straightened up on her knees, just enough to peck a kiss over his knuckles.
“Silly.”
With the muffled grunts of struggle, Haji removed his fingers and found her unsuccessfully fidgeting with the strings on the box. He let her wallow in her frustration for a moment until she let her head snap back, her cheeks puffing with the air running through her lips and temporarily flipping her bangs upward.
“You’re mean. Have you always been this mean?” she commented and the man answered with a wordless smile, plucking the strings apart with ease.
“I would do no such thing.”
“There was a time when you listened to everything I said.”
Nodding, he agreed, “Yes, but back then it was necessary. And this is more amusing, is it not?”
Saya chewed on her cheek, “You’ve become bolder, too.”
The box was large enough for the girl to support with both forearms and inside; it was wrapped similar to that of a holiday present. Watching as the woman rustled through the layers of decorated tissue paper with her fingertips as if carefully unveiling a piece of glassware, the Chevalier was tempted to ask how expensive this assortment was. When the russet in her eyes almost exploded into fireworks at the sight of the sugary treats, Haji rejected that idea and chose to relish in the moment instead. It was barely a hibernation ago where such a peaceful sight was nonexistent and ever since, Haji made the purpose of his very subsistence to see Saya as happy as possible, now that there was nothing to distract them.
No war. No bloodshed. No Diva. The pain was gone and little by little, the man was making it his top priority to assure her that this was not a dream. Her happiness was real and the security of his arms at night was not an illusion. She’d been saying it ever since her eyes fluttered open and it was a cycle after what Saya had thought was his certain death.
Is this a dream? Are you really here? Is it really over?
It really was. And Haji would see to it that Saya would make up for all those decades of anguish and replace them with decades of love and warmth. It was his duty to guarantee that those slender hands of hers never gripped the hilt of a katana for as long as her life spanned out. In performing this duty of his, which often involved him jumping between numerous locations, either piled with shopping bags or strapped into the harness of an amusement park ride and occasionally lazing around between scotch taped sheets on rainy afternoons, he too, had begun to welcome the reality of it all.
This was real. It was really over.
“Look, Haji! Isn’t this great?”
Saya clapped, bringing her fingers over her lips in awe as she inspected each small and finely ornamented dessert. Surprised the she hadn’t attempted to stuff any into her mouth, Haji asked, “Is there a special reason why you bought these?”
“Oh! That’s right. Our nieces, Amaya and Mika. I wanted to bring them something back but I wasn’t sure what. So I bought this so I can taste test them. It’s been a while since we’ve eaten French dessert and I’m sure they’ve changed throughout the years.”
Haji nodded. Last they had indulged in French dessert was at the Zoo. Hadn’t touched the confectionery ever since. Haji guessed there were plenty sentimental reasons behind that, but maybe because times were different now, Saya had the courage to open her heart to experiences she had closed herself off to. Feeling pride swell in his chest, the man reached out to brush his thumb across her chin.
“Are you going to eat one?”
Saya hesitated. “Yeah. I mean I should…right?”
This was definitely not normal for her. If it were any other kind of food, Saya would be gorging at it, crumbs on the trim of her nose and wearing sauce on her collarbone shamelessly. These desserts however, she had completely blocked herself off to them ever since the Zoo tragedy.
The memory was still too fresh. Before she had went up to the tower that day, before she and Haji went to pick lilies, she could still recall the sight of elaborate cuisine being laid out against spotless white tablecloths and platters of these little pastries, ready to be served in honor of her father’s birthday. She remembered trying to steal one or two, but Haji had tapped her knuckle with a finger, causing the girl to pout and storm off. That was when she went to the tower and Haji began searching for her so that they could retrieve the lilies.
Feeling as if the fire from that day was on her cheeks again, the odor of smoldering ember smoking her nostrils and making it difficult to breath, if it wasn’t for the gentle contact on her face again, Saya probably would have gotten cold feet and closed the box.
Buffing her jaw with his thumb, Haji offered, “Do you need me to help?”
Becoming flustered, she declined, “No. I mean, it’s okay, Haji. You don’t have to. I know you don’t really-”
Haji snubbed her refusal with his finger. Silencing her, he smoothly reached into the box and pulled out a random éclair, curtained with chocolate and zigzagged with a thin line of white frosting. The cellist always moved gracefully, the cotton in his sleeve barely making a wrinkle as he maneuvered to her. Waving the dessert directly in front of her, Haji knew it was only a matter of time before the woman catapulted forward and forgot all about the attachment behind the dessert. Hopefully he managed to pull this off unscathed, without her teeth taking his skin with the bite. It was risky, like dipping fresh fish into a tank of piranhas.
Expecting her to give into temptation and launch forward at any given second, the man was surprised when she crossed her arms and turned away shyly.
“You first.”
Sensing that her fear had not completely been smothered, Haji nodded, and took a small bite. His expression being indifferent, he offered it back to his Queen. This earned a snicker from the previously timid woman as she secured his wrist with her hand.
“Aww, I’m sorry, Haji. Sometimes I forget that you don’t really eat. Was it too sweet?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“See for yourself.”
And so she did. Like an innocent love struck victim coaxed by the harmonious notes of a song, the woman leaned forward with embellished slothfulness, the pink flesh of her lips closing around the soft sponge of the éclair in what should have been no more than a fraction of a second, but for an odd reason that the Chevalier could not decipher at the moment, felt like a page from eternity. From the moment the angle of her top lip grazed his index finger and the patterned velvet of her tongue dampened his thumb, the brunette watched as her mouth slid off of the pastry, chocolate already rolling into the corners of her cheeks before she pulled back with closed eyes and a look of content.
Haji didn’t realize that he had stopped breathing and so he exhaled. He silently hoped she didn’t feel the tremble in his grasp when he fed her.
“Hmm. I like it.”
Piecing together his wits, he commented, “You like everything. Especially if it’s sweet.”
Thoughtful, she returned to the box, and removed something else. “Here. Let’s try this one.”
Before Haji could even think of protesting, Saya was already driving the small, bite sized square to him, swinging it similar to that of a pendulum and hypnotizing his body to be pulled in. Cautious, the musician welcomed the tiny cake into his mouth, his eyes on hers as she watched, whispered to by fermented allure. Haji retained his solemn expression, holding her hand steady as she had done for him and savoring the morsel. His heightened senses picked up on the flicker of movement in her fingers, Haji taking his time retreating once his lips made contact with her skin.
“Coffee.”
“So? Don’t you like coffee?”
Her pulse imitating the beat of a tempo machine, Haji could feel the rise of her adrenaline, his thumb directly resting on the crevice beneath her palm.
“I do.”
Suddenly Saya noticed the dark frosting on her fingers. Regarding the mess with rolled eyes, the ebony haired Queen released herself from her Chevalier, taking the tips of each painted digit between the loop of her tongue. Sucking at each finger gingerly, Haji was beginning to question the intention behind this “taste testing” of theirs and when she licked the last fingers and caught his eyes. It was confirmed.
Burying her truthful and devious smirk with her finger burrowed into her mouth, she shrugged, “Hmm. The coffee one is a little bitter.”
“Is it?”
“I think so.”
Simultaneously, the couple turned to the box, staring at the array of colorful contents and both pondering who would reach in next. Sighing with her indecision, Saya hovered a hand over the box, pinching the air and stumped on which one to try. Eyeing the one she was gesturing toward, Haji decided to lend her an indirect word of encouragement.
“Frangipane,” he said, his voice spreading through the air unintentionally low, layering smoothly to his listener as if his voice were the glaze, and she, the pastry. As the pronunciation rolled through his tongue so easily with a click against the roof of his mouth, Saya felt her cheeks grow hot. The smell of coffee still sifted from his breath and instantly refreshed her with memories of porcelain mugs beneath his nose, filled to the brim with a bitter odor that was somehow mouthwatering at the same time. While Chevaliers were chemically structured to survive without having to feed on any substance besides blood, Haji had few exceptions- moments like these where food worked in his favor and mornings where he could use the time of day as an excuse to indulge in one of his most secretive and impulsive desires.
Freshly brewed coffee.
Inhaling deeply and clandestinely, taking in the generous aroma of what could only be described as just purely Haji along with the comforting traces of the last treat riding his recent words, Saya pinched her fingers around the next target. Frangipane was an almond flavored filling used in the buttery pound cake petit four, and in this particular square, a string of raspberry jam was sandwiched in between. It was probably slightly milder than others that were generally of chocolate and glaze- a choice that Saya found fitting for her Chevalier since he was averse to strong tastes…except coffee.
“Here. Try this one,” she sung, balancing the petit four against the delicate pads of her fingers. Like a faithful canine, he obeyed, guiding her hand to his lips. This time, the man took the entire treat, leaving her hand bare before she could even blink. The crumbs on her palm caused a rock to weigh heavy in her stomach.
Disappointment.
Aware of her dissatisfaction and being one whose life was lived solely to please this woman, the brunette reached for an identical pastry and offered it to her. There was a wordless exchange, her growing smirk trying to tame itself with her teeth as she basked beneath his heavy gaze. Connected to his crystal blue stare, she inched forward and accepted. Haji kept his large hand firm, even after the cake was swept from his grasp, and Saya was taking an exceedingly long time to finish chewing. Her eyes never strayed from his. Licking her lips, she moved the dab her tongue against his hand, catching any wandering crumbs. It happened just as swiftly as his previous move, and left his hand feeling uncomfortable and bare when she backed away.
“Not sweet enough. I think.”
Haji was bold enough to disagree. “Too much is redundant.”
The fibers of the fluffy carpet they were perched upon ruffled as her legs scissored wider. Inviting herself into his personal space, space that she was welcome into anytime without question, Saya leveled herself a few inches from his face. Her breath caught in her throat. She leaned onto her knees, the straps of her dress threatening to spill over her powder dusted shoulders. Calming her rattled nerves enough to form proper words, she pursued him.
“Hmm. Think you can convince me?”
Even with her attempt at seduction, Saya found it difficult to hide the wide grin that spurred across her face. Charmed by her expression, the cellist complied without hesitation.
“If that is what you wish.”
He reached into the box, retrieving another raspberry and frangipane flavored cake. Saya expected his hand to circle towards her mouth and instead, discovering his intentions, she became stunned as well as impressed by him. Between the ridges of his teeth, he clipped the pastry, the sparkle in his eye daring her to take his bait. At the sight of the man, long waves of hair tucked behind his ears, tips of amaretto pouring into the open collar of his shirt and his mouth baring the succulent dessert between his lips, Saya could not find it in herself to outsmart him.
She was falling for it. Hard. And willing.
Climbing over his large frame, she straddled his waist, catching the caps of his shoulders with her palms. Eager lust beginning to swell and throb in the marrow of her being, Saya opened her mouth to let a sigh of want escape. Haji closed his eyes keenly and waited with both patience and suspending anticipation.
Saya took half of the cake into her mouth, biting into it ever so slowly and enjoying the sensation of his strong forearms capturing her waist. Haji did the same, chewing on his half and waiting on his lover to finish.
When she did, she opened her eyes and whispered, “I still think it’s not-”
Her claim was interrupted by the small nip of his lips against hers. It wasn’t long enough for her to nuzzle into it, but at the touch of his soft flesh brushing with hers and the added flavor glazed over it, Saya sunk in, retrieving his mouth and keeping him from escaping. Saya could feel the thickness of breath, laced with desire and exhaling over her top lip from his nostrils. Haji guided her tongue deeper into his mouth until she had absorbed every single trace of raspberry he had to offer. Ravenous, intuitively and desperately, she delved into him, her toes pushing against the carpet as the man leaned back to accommodate her position. Finding that she just could not feel satiated, Saya hummed in frustration as she continued to gorge at her Chevalier.
Licking along his teeth, over the clefts of his gums and tangling with the muscle of his tongue, Saya felt like there was something missing. This petit four didn’t astound her when eaten alone, but in his mouth, it was the best dessert she’d ever experienced.
It was so good. So perfect.
The cake already in his system, all that was left for her to enjoy was the aftertaste, and the vague existence of it was addicting.
Still. There was something- something-
Feverish, Saya managed to reach for another one, reconnecting with him in seconds after she’d placed it into her mouth. He fed from her, taking care to catch the jam on her cheek with his tongue. When he motioned to detain the crumbs from falling onto her dress with his mouth grazing along her collarbone, something in Saya snapped.
Within moments, cotton was flung carelessly across the room, and Saya straddled him again, entertaining his chin with her teeth as she fiddled with his belt buckle.
“Saya,” he called, his voice collecting the bass straight from a bottomless source, a source where all sexual ache had been harvested inside of him and released whenever he fell into a state of unfathomable ecstasy. Leaving her to prepare, Haji grabbed one last treat, getting it into his teeth just in time. When she sat and he thrust into her, he snatched her mouth with his, the cake shared between them.
Saya whimpered, her face distorting with pleasure as she finally realized what was missing. Together they shared, rocking their hips in unison with their bites against sponge cake, raspberry and almond filling. Whenever the flavor threatened to fade, they reached for another, taking it slowly as they rode, indulged, the treat melting beneath their tongues. Drunk with their yearning, they nipped at one another, rolling between desserts as they swiveled their hips. Clinging onto the crumple of her dress, Haji bit into her shoulder, tainting her skin with the sweet taste as he listened to her muted moans.
Soon enough she beckoned his mouth, wanting the slight tang of raspberry to seethe over her taste buds as she neared her climax. Bucking his hips into her fervently and answering her silent request, he kissed her again, his pace inspired by the flicker of fire crackers popping off inside her. Saya pulled at the nape of his neck, catching his hair. Clenching onto him in the midst of her orgasm, Haji dealt with the temporary pain, the bittersweet feeling adding to his own arousal. As she cried into his mouth, the man released the rough sound grating against his throat. Spilling into her, Saya clung on, her body wilting as their passion simmered.
When their sweat had cooled and their mouths were swollen, Saya laughed beneath Haji’s chin. Curious, he nudged her forehead with his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
Smiling gleefully, she looked up, her eyes tired and her appetite conquered.
“I think you’re right.”
“Hmm?”
With everything that had just occurred, the Chevalier felt foolish for discarding the original purpose of this adventure, before it had taken a different course.
“The raspberry might be perfect. It’s not too sweet but we can buy a lot. They can eat as much as they want without feeling overwhelmed or unsatisfied.”
Haji smirked. Eyeing the ornamented box with an arched brow, the petits fours they had feasted upon were mainly the ones he had suggested. They had managed to eat half of the box, Saya without complaint as to being famished and Haji not bothered by going against his food-less nature.
Pressing a teasing kiss to her hair, Haji remarked, “I’m glad I was able to convince you.”
Agreeing, Saya giggled, “I think we should buy another batch tomorrow- for ourselves. We can buy for our nieces the day we leave.”
“Yes. You’re right. Our nieces can wait…”
Ending A/N: Bwahahahahaha! Maybe if I have time, I'll enter another entry. :3 Man did I lose sleep enjoy this.
Theme: cake feeding
Rating: M
A/N: This was inspired by these desserts:
Yummeh
Frangipane
Eventually I will post on ff.net. :D Enjoy.
Petits Fours
“Mignardises?”
“Yes, a whole box of them.”
As Saya stepped into the twin doors of their Parisian apartment, she had an added hop to her step, a sign that her Chevalier had learned to associate with mischief. And knowing so, her mischief usually ended in one or both parties with flushed faces and an embarrassing memory to add to a collection, mainly on his end. Anticipating what was to come caused the man to clear his throat, making him eager to stand before the woman sat onto the plush carpet beside him and set the gold embroidered box between them. Fanning her lavender dress across her legs, she followed the words on the label with her fingernail.
“Mignadises,” she whispered like a dreamy child watching the snowflakes of a snow globe settle. She had purposely mispronounced the word and on instinct, the brunette corrected her.
“Mignardises. Petits fours glacés.”
When the catty grin on Saya’s face pulled wide enough to reveal her wisdom teeth, the man knew he had just fallen into her trap. She knew exactly how to speak French. She just wanted to hear him speak it. Pressing a palm to his forehead, Haji shielded the flush already beginning to brew with his arm.
She got him.
Feeling a mild sense of guilt for her Chevalier, the girl straightened up on her knees, just enough to peck a kiss over his knuckles.
“Silly.”
With the muffled grunts of struggle, Haji removed his fingers and found her unsuccessfully fidgeting with the strings on the box. He let her wallow in her frustration for a moment until she let her head snap back, her cheeks puffing with the air running through her lips and temporarily flipping her bangs upward.
“You’re mean. Have you always been this mean?” she commented and the man answered with a wordless smile, plucking the strings apart with ease.
“I would do no such thing.”
“There was a time when you listened to everything I said.”
Nodding, he agreed, “Yes, but back then it was necessary. And this is more amusing, is it not?”
Saya chewed on her cheek, “You’ve become bolder, too.”
The box was large enough for the girl to support with both forearms and inside; it was wrapped similar to that of a holiday present. Watching as the woman rustled through the layers of decorated tissue paper with her fingertips as if carefully unveiling a piece of glassware, the Chevalier was tempted to ask how expensive this assortment was. When the russet in her eyes almost exploded into fireworks at the sight of the sugary treats, Haji rejected that idea and chose to relish in the moment instead. It was barely a hibernation ago where such a peaceful sight was nonexistent and ever since, Haji made the purpose of his very subsistence to see Saya as happy as possible, now that there was nothing to distract them.
No war. No bloodshed. No Diva. The pain was gone and little by little, the man was making it his top priority to assure her that this was not a dream. Her happiness was real and the security of his arms at night was not an illusion. She’d been saying it ever since her eyes fluttered open and it was a cycle after what Saya had thought was his certain death.
Is this a dream? Are you really here? Is it really over?
It really was. And Haji would see to it that Saya would make up for all those decades of anguish and replace them with decades of love and warmth. It was his duty to guarantee that those slender hands of hers never gripped the hilt of a katana for as long as her life spanned out. In performing this duty of his, which often involved him jumping between numerous locations, either piled with shopping bags or strapped into the harness of an amusement park ride and occasionally lazing around between scotch taped sheets on rainy afternoons, he too, had begun to welcome the reality of it all.
This was real. It was really over.
“Look, Haji! Isn’t this great?”
Saya clapped, bringing her fingers over her lips in awe as she inspected each small and finely ornamented dessert. Surprised the she hadn’t attempted to stuff any into her mouth, Haji asked, “Is there a special reason why you bought these?”
“Oh! That’s right. Our nieces, Amaya and Mika. I wanted to bring them something back but I wasn’t sure what. So I bought this so I can taste test them. It’s been a while since we’ve eaten French dessert and I’m sure they’ve changed throughout the years.”
Haji nodded. Last they had indulged in French dessert was at the Zoo. Hadn’t touched the confectionery ever since. Haji guessed there were plenty sentimental reasons behind that, but maybe because times were different now, Saya had the courage to open her heart to experiences she had closed herself off to. Feeling pride swell in his chest, the man reached out to brush his thumb across her chin.
“Are you going to eat one?”
Saya hesitated. “Yeah. I mean I should…right?”
This was definitely not normal for her. If it were any other kind of food, Saya would be gorging at it, crumbs on the trim of her nose and wearing sauce on her collarbone shamelessly. These desserts however, she had completely blocked herself off to them ever since the Zoo tragedy.
The memory was still too fresh. Before she had went up to the tower that day, before she and Haji went to pick lilies, she could still recall the sight of elaborate cuisine being laid out against spotless white tablecloths and platters of these little pastries, ready to be served in honor of her father’s birthday. She remembered trying to steal one or two, but Haji had tapped her knuckle with a finger, causing the girl to pout and storm off. That was when she went to the tower and Haji began searching for her so that they could retrieve the lilies.
Feeling as if the fire from that day was on her cheeks again, the odor of smoldering ember smoking her nostrils and making it difficult to breath, if it wasn’t for the gentle contact on her face again, Saya probably would have gotten cold feet and closed the box.
Buffing her jaw with his thumb, Haji offered, “Do you need me to help?”
Becoming flustered, she declined, “No. I mean, it’s okay, Haji. You don’t have to. I know you don’t really-”
Haji snubbed her refusal with his finger. Silencing her, he smoothly reached into the box and pulled out a random éclair, curtained with chocolate and zigzagged with a thin line of white frosting. The cellist always moved gracefully, the cotton in his sleeve barely making a wrinkle as he maneuvered to her. Waving the dessert directly in front of her, Haji knew it was only a matter of time before the woman catapulted forward and forgot all about the attachment behind the dessert. Hopefully he managed to pull this off unscathed, without her teeth taking his skin with the bite. It was risky, like dipping fresh fish into a tank of piranhas.
Expecting her to give into temptation and launch forward at any given second, the man was surprised when she crossed her arms and turned away shyly.
“You first.”
Sensing that her fear had not completely been smothered, Haji nodded, and took a small bite. His expression being indifferent, he offered it back to his Queen. This earned a snicker from the previously timid woman as she secured his wrist with her hand.
“Aww, I’m sorry, Haji. Sometimes I forget that you don’t really eat. Was it too sweet?”
“Yes.”
“Really?”
“See for yourself.”
And so she did. Like an innocent love struck victim coaxed by the harmonious notes of a song, the woman leaned forward with embellished slothfulness, the pink flesh of her lips closing around the soft sponge of the éclair in what should have been no more than a fraction of a second, but for an odd reason that the Chevalier could not decipher at the moment, felt like a page from eternity. From the moment the angle of her top lip grazed his index finger and the patterned velvet of her tongue dampened his thumb, the brunette watched as her mouth slid off of the pastry, chocolate already rolling into the corners of her cheeks before she pulled back with closed eyes and a look of content.
Haji didn’t realize that he had stopped breathing and so he exhaled. He silently hoped she didn’t feel the tremble in his grasp when he fed her.
“Hmm. I like it.”
Piecing together his wits, he commented, “You like everything. Especially if it’s sweet.”
Thoughtful, she returned to the box, and removed something else. “Here. Let’s try this one.”
Before Haji could even think of protesting, Saya was already driving the small, bite sized square to him, swinging it similar to that of a pendulum and hypnotizing his body to be pulled in. Cautious, the musician welcomed the tiny cake into his mouth, his eyes on hers as she watched, whispered to by fermented allure. Haji retained his solemn expression, holding her hand steady as she had done for him and savoring the morsel. His heightened senses picked up on the flicker of movement in her fingers, Haji taking his time retreating once his lips made contact with her skin.
“Coffee.”
“So? Don’t you like coffee?”
Her pulse imitating the beat of a tempo machine, Haji could feel the rise of her adrenaline, his thumb directly resting on the crevice beneath her palm.
“I do.”
Suddenly Saya noticed the dark frosting on her fingers. Regarding the mess with rolled eyes, the ebony haired Queen released herself from her Chevalier, taking the tips of each painted digit between the loop of her tongue. Sucking at each finger gingerly, Haji was beginning to question the intention behind this “taste testing” of theirs and when she licked the last fingers and caught his eyes. It was confirmed.
Burying her truthful and devious smirk with her finger burrowed into her mouth, she shrugged, “Hmm. The coffee one is a little bitter.”
“Is it?”
“I think so.”
Simultaneously, the couple turned to the box, staring at the array of colorful contents and both pondering who would reach in next. Sighing with her indecision, Saya hovered a hand over the box, pinching the air and stumped on which one to try. Eyeing the one she was gesturing toward, Haji decided to lend her an indirect word of encouragement.
“Frangipane,” he said, his voice spreading through the air unintentionally low, layering smoothly to his listener as if his voice were the glaze, and she, the pastry. As the pronunciation rolled through his tongue so easily with a click against the roof of his mouth, Saya felt her cheeks grow hot. The smell of coffee still sifted from his breath and instantly refreshed her with memories of porcelain mugs beneath his nose, filled to the brim with a bitter odor that was somehow mouthwatering at the same time. While Chevaliers were chemically structured to survive without having to feed on any substance besides blood, Haji had few exceptions- moments like these where food worked in his favor and mornings where he could use the time of day as an excuse to indulge in one of his most secretive and impulsive desires.
Freshly brewed coffee.
Inhaling deeply and clandestinely, taking in the generous aroma of what could only be described as just purely Haji along with the comforting traces of the last treat riding his recent words, Saya pinched her fingers around the next target. Frangipane was an almond flavored filling used in the buttery pound cake petit four, and in this particular square, a string of raspberry jam was sandwiched in between. It was probably slightly milder than others that were generally of chocolate and glaze- a choice that Saya found fitting for her Chevalier since he was averse to strong tastes…except coffee.
“Here. Try this one,” she sung, balancing the petit four against the delicate pads of her fingers. Like a faithful canine, he obeyed, guiding her hand to his lips. This time, the man took the entire treat, leaving her hand bare before she could even blink. The crumbs on her palm caused a rock to weigh heavy in her stomach.
Disappointment.
Aware of her dissatisfaction and being one whose life was lived solely to please this woman, the brunette reached for an identical pastry and offered it to her. There was a wordless exchange, her growing smirk trying to tame itself with her teeth as she basked beneath his heavy gaze. Connected to his crystal blue stare, she inched forward and accepted. Haji kept his large hand firm, even after the cake was swept from his grasp, and Saya was taking an exceedingly long time to finish chewing. Her eyes never strayed from his. Licking her lips, she moved the dab her tongue against his hand, catching any wandering crumbs. It happened just as swiftly as his previous move, and left his hand feeling uncomfortable and bare when she backed away.
“Not sweet enough. I think.”
Haji was bold enough to disagree. “Too much is redundant.”
The fibers of the fluffy carpet they were perched upon ruffled as her legs scissored wider. Inviting herself into his personal space, space that she was welcome into anytime without question, Saya leveled herself a few inches from his face. Her breath caught in her throat. She leaned onto her knees, the straps of her dress threatening to spill over her powder dusted shoulders. Calming her rattled nerves enough to form proper words, she pursued him.
“Hmm. Think you can convince me?”
Even with her attempt at seduction, Saya found it difficult to hide the wide grin that spurred across her face. Charmed by her expression, the cellist complied without hesitation.
“If that is what you wish.”
He reached into the box, retrieving another raspberry and frangipane flavored cake. Saya expected his hand to circle towards her mouth and instead, discovering his intentions, she became stunned as well as impressed by him. Between the ridges of his teeth, he clipped the pastry, the sparkle in his eye daring her to take his bait. At the sight of the man, long waves of hair tucked behind his ears, tips of amaretto pouring into the open collar of his shirt and his mouth baring the succulent dessert between his lips, Saya could not find it in herself to outsmart him.
She was falling for it. Hard. And willing.
Climbing over his large frame, she straddled his waist, catching the caps of his shoulders with her palms. Eager lust beginning to swell and throb in the marrow of her being, Saya opened her mouth to let a sigh of want escape. Haji closed his eyes keenly and waited with both patience and suspending anticipation.
Saya took half of the cake into her mouth, biting into it ever so slowly and enjoying the sensation of his strong forearms capturing her waist. Haji did the same, chewing on his half and waiting on his lover to finish.
When she did, she opened her eyes and whispered, “I still think it’s not-”
Her claim was interrupted by the small nip of his lips against hers. It wasn’t long enough for her to nuzzle into it, but at the touch of his soft flesh brushing with hers and the added flavor glazed over it, Saya sunk in, retrieving his mouth and keeping him from escaping. Saya could feel the thickness of breath, laced with desire and exhaling over her top lip from his nostrils. Haji guided her tongue deeper into his mouth until she had absorbed every single trace of raspberry he had to offer. Ravenous, intuitively and desperately, she delved into him, her toes pushing against the carpet as the man leaned back to accommodate her position. Finding that she just could not feel satiated, Saya hummed in frustration as she continued to gorge at her Chevalier.
Licking along his teeth, over the clefts of his gums and tangling with the muscle of his tongue, Saya felt like there was something missing. This petit four didn’t astound her when eaten alone, but in his mouth, it was the best dessert she’d ever experienced.
It was so good. So perfect.
The cake already in his system, all that was left for her to enjoy was the aftertaste, and the vague existence of it was addicting.
Still. There was something- something-
Feverish, Saya managed to reach for another one, reconnecting with him in seconds after she’d placed it into her mouth. He fed from her, taking care to catch the jam on her cheek with his tongue. When he motioned to detain the crumbs from falling onto her dress with his mouth grazing along her collarbone, something in Saya snapped.
Within moments, cotton was flung carelessly across the room, and Saya straddled him again, entertaining his chin with her teeth as she fiddled with his belt buckle.
“Saya,” he called, his voice collecting the bass straight from a bottomless source, a source where all sexual ache had been harvested inside of him and released whenever he fell into a state of unfathomable ecstasy. Leaving her to prepare, Haji grabbed one last treat, getting it into his teeth just in time. When she sat and he thrust into her, he snatched her mouth with his, the cake shared between them.
Saya whimpered, her face distorting with pleasure as she finally realized what was missing. Together they shared, rocking their hips in unison with their bites against sponge cake, raspberry and almond filling. Whenever the flavor threatened to fade, they reached for another, taking it slowly as they rode, indulged, the treat melting beneath their tongues. Drunk with their yearning, they nipped at one another, rolling between desserts as they swiveled their hips. Clinging onto the crumple of her dress, Haji bit into her shoulder, tainting her skin with the sweet taste as he listened to her muted moans.
Soon enough she beckoned his mouth, wanting the slight tang of raspberry to seethe over her taste buds as she neared her climax. Bucking his hips into her fervently and answering her silent request, he kissed her again, his pace inspired by the flicker of fire crackers popping off inside her. Saya pulled at the nape of his neck, catching his hair. Clenching onto him in the midst of her orgasm, Haji dealt with the temporary pain, the bittersweet feeling adding to his own arousal. As she cried into his mouth, the man released the rough sound grating against his throat. Spilling into her, Saya clung on, her body wilting as their passion simmered.
When their sweat had cooled and their mouths were swollen, Saya laughed beneath Haji’s chin. Curious, he nudged her forehead with his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
Smiling gleefully, she looked up, her eyes tired and her appetite conquered.
“I think you’re right.”
“Hmm?”
With everything that had just occurred, the Chevalier felt foolish for discarding the original purpose of this adventure, before it had taken a different course.
“The raspberry might be perfect. It’s not too sweet but we can buy a lot. They can eat as much as they want without feeling overwhelmed or unsatisfied.”
Haji smirked. Eyeing the ornamented box with an arched brow, the petits fours they had feasted upon were mainly the ones he had suggested. They had managed to eat half of the box, Saya without complaint as to being famished and Haji not bothered by going against his food-less nature.
Pressing a teasing kiss to her hair, Haji remarked, “I’m glad I was able to convince you.”
Agreeing, Saya giggled, “I think we should buy another batch tomorrow- for ourselves. We can buy for our nieces the day we leave.”
“Yes. You’re right. Our nieces can wait…”
Ending A/N: Bwahahahahaha! Maybe if I have time, I'll enter another entry. :3 Man did I lose sleep enjoy this.