Ficlet: Cravings
“Do you remember that time you gave me the Choco-Pop?” Laura asked.
“Yes, very well,” Bill answered before taking another drag of his hand rolled cigarette, exhaling a circle of blue smoke and watching it float away on the breeze.
“I could really go for one right now. Gods, it would taste so good.”
He laughed lightly, realizing that the munchies were inevitable in their condition. “Do you honestly think you could solve the mystery of the Choco-Pop in your current condition? You didn’t even come close last time and you were stone cold sober.”
She giggled and snuggled deeper into his side. “Probably not, but I’d sure love the chance to try. Even one lick would be heaven right now.”
“I’d like to see you get that lick.”
Her giggle turned to a snort. “I’m sure you would, Bill.”
He didn’t even bother with a blush. They were beyond those these days. “Even if you could somehow manage to hold out long enough to do it, which is ridiculously improbable because we both know you couldn’t,” he explained, interrupting himself and glancing down at her. “I wouldn’t be able to control myself long enough to let you.”
“Oh really?” She popped up suddenly into a sitting position and leaned over his chest, looking down at him with eyes dancing. “You find the sight of me licking something erotic do you?”
“I thought you found stupid questions tiresome?” He loved the way the starlight shimmered off her curls.
She laughed again as she took a last puff of her joint before leaning over him to stub it into the ground on his far side before settling again alongside him, elbow propped and chin in hand. “Not when they serve my agenda of getting you to tell me how sexy I am,” she explained as she ran her free hand lazily along his chest.
It was his turn to laugh. “Trust me you need no agenda for that, Laura.”
“Then tell me more, Bill,” she teased.
He took his own last puff and stubbed out his joint. “You know, that Choco-Pop incident is the first time that something ever came up when, well, it shouldn’t have in your presence.”
She laughed, loud and deep, throwing her head back, causing a wide grin to break out across his face in response as he heard only music in his ears. Reaching for his now free hand, she laced her fingers in his.
“I’m serious, Laura, watching you lick that piece of candy down to nothing but a sweet little nub was torture. I never thought I’d say this, but I’d have given anything in that moment to have been that lollipop.”
“I have a confession, Bill.”
“Yeah?” he asked vaguely excited.
“I knew what I was doing.”
“That’s cruel, woman.”
“What can I say? I was in the mood to live again.”
He smiled tenderly at her as they let their hands sway together over his chest. He was so glad she had. Soft buzz in your head, sweet taste on your tongue, and a beautiful woman deep in your heart; he knew it didn’t get much better than this. After a long moment, her smile widened into a mischievous grin as she suddenly pushed herself up and straddled his legs.
“What are you doing?”
“Making old fantasies come true,” she explained as she reached for the button of his pants.
He sighed contentedly as she bent forward and pulled him free from his briefs, her breath hot on his skin. How an old fool like him had gotten so lucky he’d never know.
“So how many licks do you think it will take?” she asked looking up with a last wink, his flesh heavy in her palm, before going to work.
Happily this time they solved the mystery.
Finis!