Strawberry (1/1)
Title: Strawberry
Author: ninamazing, or Nina
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Word Count: 379.
Rating: R, mostly sensuality and innuendo.
Spoilers: None.
Characters: Ned/Chuck.
Excerpt: The way she used his name was equal to a hundred such strawberries.
Author's Note: Only slightly late offering for the March Challenge at the FABULOUS pd-playtime. I'm getting closer to timeliness every day! And fireworkfiasco, bless you for the encouragement.
Ned was sure it wasn't good to be this fascinated by the sight of someone eating a strawberry.
"What?!" Chuck laughed as he gazed right at her, her eyes shining at him as if they knew very well what, and two trickles of bright red juice dribbled over her chin and into the napkin on her lap.
The piemaker's head darted an inch or two forward before he realized he couldn't lick any of it off, and snapped back.
"Ned?"
The way she used his name was equal to a hundred such strawberries.
Chuck grinned, and produced a toothpick from the pocket of her dress. "Close your eyes," she ordered, "open your mouth, and don't move."
He opened his lips to form the shape of her name, but she glared as if he'd just told her to sit in the back of the car. He blinked at her, and did as she'd requested.
It was easy to imagine the strawberry was her. Of course she would taste this way: nearly sickeningly full of sweetness, dramatically alive and sunny, wet and warm. Ned wondered what she would think if he kept his eyes closed even after she was done, and he wondered if he cared, if he would do it anyway.
She was feeding him off a toothpick, and Ned tasted now a splinter on his tongue - but he could see her fingers, just behind it, in his mind's imagination, and that made it enough. Her hands were long and elegant. There was a hair-thin crevice on her right pointer from where she'd cut herself grating cheese. Her life line was short, her love line spreading all the way across her palm.
He tasted a strawberry leaf on his lip. In his mind, Chuck smiled and squirmed, a light radiating out from her bare skin that nearly killed him. Even in the dream, they were dangerous to each other.
He remembered when Charlotte Charles was just the girl across the yard with cool hair and cooler toys, and he knew where he was now, wanting her in his mouth, all the time.
He couldn't. He opened his eyes.
Chuck was grinning at him, a surreal figure in the harsh summery light. Ned blinked again.
"Want another one?" she offered.
Author: ninamazing, or Nina
Fandom: Pushing Daisies
Word Count: 379.
Rating: R, mostly sensuality and innuendo.
Spoilers: None.
Characters: Ned/Chuck.
Excerpt: The way she used his name was equal to a hundred such strawberries.
Author's Note: Only slightly late offering for the March Challenge at the FABULOUS pd-playtime. I'm getting closer to timeliness every day! And fireworkfiasco, bless you for the encouragement.
Ned was sure it wasn't good to be this fascinated by the sight of someone eating a strawberry.
"What?!" Chuck laughed as he gazed right at her, her eyes shining at him as if they knew very well what, and two trickles of bright red juice dribbled over her chin and into the napkin on her lap.
The piemaker's head darted an inch or two forward before he realized he couldn't lick any of it off, and snapped back.
"Ned?"
The way she used his name was equal to a hundred such strawberries.
Chuck grinned, and produced a toothpick from the pocket of her dress. "Close your eyes," she ordered, "open your mouth, and don't move."
He opened his lips to form the shape of her name, but she glared as if he'd just told her to sit in the back of the car. He blinked at her, and did as she'd requested.
It was easy to imagine the strawberry was her. Of course she would taste this way: nearly sickeningly full of sweetness, dramatically alive and sunny, wet and warm. Ned wondered what she would think if he kept his eyes closed even after she was done, and he wondered if he cared, if he would do it anyway.
She was feeding him off a toothpick, and Ned tasted now a splinter on his tongue - but he could see her fingers, just behind it, in his mind's imagination, and that made it enough. Her hands were long and elegant. There was a hair-thin crevice on her right pointer from where she'd cut herself grating cheese. Her life line was short, her love line spreading all the way across her palm.
He tasted a strawberry leaf on his lip. In his mind, Chuck smiled and squirmed, a light radiating out from her bare skin that nearly killed him. Even in the dream, they were dangerous to each other.
He remembered when Charlotte Charles was just the girl across the yard with cool hair and cooler toys, and he knew where he was now, wanting her in his mouth, all the time.
He couldn't. He opened his eyes.
Chuck was grinning at him, a surreal figure in the harsh summery light. Ned blinked again.
"Want another one?" she offered.