Cherry Stem Knots (A Sinful Desires One-Shot)
Title: Cherry Stem Knots
Summary: Are you a good kisser? Here’s one way Chelsea used to find out.
Author's Notes: A cute one shot about tying cherry stems into a knot with your tongue. This could be a snippet of a future scene from Sinful Desires. Either way, it can stand alone as a cute oneshot. If you liked the characters in this and haven’t read Sinful Desires, them I would highly suggest it because that story is even better written and even cuter centering mostly on Chelsea and Damien.
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“I’m not ordering anything out of that magazine.” Chelsea told Marissa, glaring at said magazine with disdain.
“But Chelsea, you didn’t even look at it!” Her cousin, Marissa, said, flipping to a page and showing it to her. “Look at this outfit! Aren’t those Eskimo boots adorable?” she asked.
“No. They look like objects made to make your feet sweat till they’re dehydrated little prunes. I hate Eskimo boots!” Chelsea said, refusing to look at either the magazine or Marissa.
She was quite happy just sitting on Marissa’s bed, helping the girl pick out a dress for her first date with Josh without exposing herself to bad fashion in stupid magazines. “Marissa, all your dresses look fabulous on you. Just pick one so I can tell you it’s amazing and leave to study for my Spanish test!”
“I thought you already studied!” Unfortunately, Marissa was also Chelsea’s tutor and had bit of an obsession with making sure Chelsea improved her grades in that class. “You better ace that test Chels! I worked really hard to make sure Señor Martinez would allow you to make it up.” She sighed, giving up on her rant. No point in making herself stressed before she even got to the restaurant to meet Josh. “Anyways, just look through the magazine. Pick something you like and I’ll get it for your birthday and to thank you for setting me up with Josh.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Chelsea answered. “And I don’t want to change my look. There’s probably nothing in that issue that I would wear.”
“Fine. Whatever. Just pick out something somewhere, and I’ll buy it for you.”
Chelsea scoffed, like she would do that.
“What about this one?”
Chelsea looked up. Marissa was wearing a pale yellow dress that flared at her waist and went up till her knees. There was only one off-shoulder strap, but the amount of cleavage visible was minimal. A classy, bright dress that matched Marissa’s personality perfectly: innocent, beautiful, and eye-catching.
“It’s awesome. Josh won’t know what hit him!” Chelsea answered honestly.
Marissa sighed wistfully, “I hope so.” Then putting the finishing touches of her make up, she got her car keys and told Chelsea, “Take the magazine with you just in case. I’ll call you tomorrow. Study hard!” and she made her way out.
Chelsea stared after her with a bit of envy that Marissa had been able to capture Josh. Despite her jealousy, she still wished the couple luck though. Besides, she was mostly over Josh now. Picking up the magazine and stuffing it in her bag, she made her way to her Miata parked outside and began driving her way home.
Once having finally reached her room, she flopped down on her bed. It was only five, and she didn’t feel like starting test cramming yet. Taking another look at the magazine that she had flung on her nightable, she finally picked it up.
“Just looking through it won’t hurt,” she said to herself. She picked it up, flipping through some random pages. Suddenly the title on one page caught her eyes:
Are you a good KISSER? Try this fun exercise to check!
Chelsea sneered. What a typical obsession to direct at girls. Not all girls were worried about how good a kisser they are. She was about to fling it into the trash, when she started to think about it.
Was she a good kisser? Looking back at the page, she read teh article.
Tongue Tied!
What You’ll need: A Cherry.
How to Play: Using just your mouth put the stem of a cherry in your mouth and try to tie it in a knot! If you can do it, you are a good kisser! Got it? Challenge yourself by placing a time limit, or varying the size of the stem! Save the cherry as a reward when you complete the task. Who knows but maybe tying the knot will help you “tie the knot”. No pun intended!
Chelsea raised her eyebrow at the game and the lame ass pun, but it did sound intriguing. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could tie a cherry stem? She was pretty sure there were no cherries downstairs, but maybe she could buy some tomorrow? And despite the stereotype, she did wonder if she was a good kisser. It’s not like she could ask Damien, the last guy she had kissed (unintentionally), what he thought about her tongue skills.
She ripped out the page and placed it on her nightstand. She’d remember to try it out tomorrow. As for now, back to Spanish. Dropping the rest of the magazine in the trash, she picked up her Spanish book and began cramming.
The next day at lunch she was still cramming. Matt, one of her best friends, was staring at his lunch in disgust. Jenna, her other best friend, noticed his facial expression and naturally asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Cherries,” he answered.
Chelsea, completely startled, looked up. “What?”
“A bag of cherries. My mother packed me a bag of cherries. I hate cherries, with those seeds inside. Ick. You want them?” he asked them, pointing at the bag.
She stared at the bag, blinking slowly.
“What?” Matt asked. “You’ve never seen some cherries before?” He passed the bag to Jenna, who pulled out a few cherries, before passing it to Chelsea.
Chelsea shrugged off the question but took the cherries. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they were here in front of her. She pulled out the magazine page from her wallet, where she had kept it in order to remind her to go to the shop to buy some cherries. Matt pulled it out of her hand and unfolded it.
“What is this? Tongue Tied?” He laughed out loud. “Where’d you get this?” he asked Chelsea.
“Marissa,” she quipped, knowing it would be a good enough answer stand alone.
Jenna snatched the paper from Matt, perusing it. “Oh.” She titled her head. “I wanna try!” And taking off the stem of one of her cherries, she stuck it in her mouth. Matt and Chelsea watched her swish her mouth from side to side. They waited a minute and stared when the girl stuck out her tongue and presented a beautiful cherry stem knot.
As soon as Chelsea saw that, she knew it had to be true because everyone in school knew that Jenna was an amazing kisser.
She watched as Jenna offered Matt a stem and told him to try. Matt refused, “I don’t need a cherry stem to ensure my amazing kissing skills.”
“Chicken,” sing-songed Jenna before turning to Chelsea, who took the stem and stuck it in her own mouth.
Just as she felt the stem on her tongue, she saw Damien coming over to their table. Chelsea snatched back the page from Jenna’s fingers and stuffed it in between her Spanish notes before closing her book over it.
Damien saw his almost girlfriend (if only she would admit it!) hide something in her papers before he came over, but he didn’t question her actions. Instead, he only asked her, “Are we still meeting in the library during sixth?”
Chelsea, who still had the stem in her mouth, nodded.
Damien looked at her oddly for the lack of verbal answer, before Jenna supplied, “Chels has a cherry stem in her mouth.”
Damien nodded as if he understood, but they all knew he thought it was weird.
Chelsea, suddenly at Damien's odd look, wanted to take the stem out of her mouth. But then decided that would just look odd, and decided to try it. What did she have to lose? After a moment or two of trying, she felt her get it and stuck out her tongue, showing the stem tied in a knot.
“Whoa!” Damien said, looking slightly impressed. “That’s kinda cool. Who know my girlfriend was so awesome?”
Chelsea blushed, but still was able to say, “I’m not your girlfriend.”
Damien just looked at her skeptically, but acquiesced and instead said, “See you in the library,” before walking away. He heard Jenna say, “So why he isn’t your boyfriend again?”
Damien just smirked.
Chelsea just ignored Jenna’s question and quickly finished her salad and left the lunch table.
But not before putting the bag of cherries in her sweatshirt’s pocket.
When she finally reached the library, she saw Damien’s stuff and dropped her stuff there before incoherently mumbling an excuse to go to the bathroom.
As she walked away, she kept thinking about the cherries in her pocket. ‘How do I really know I’m a good kisser?’ she thought to herself. ‘I’ve already kissed him once. Does he think I’m a good kisser… maybe I should make sure and try it again… just to make sure.’
Damien smiled at himself: his girl was so cute. He turned to look at her leaving the room before noticing her Spanish book on the table. He opened it up and flipped through the pages of her notes and found the pink paper he had seen Chelsea stuff away. He grabbed it and quickly scanned the article, before letting out a chuckle.
“And I thought you didn’t do things like this Chelsea.” he mumbled to himself, and then placed the article back in its original spot when he saw Chelsea reenter the library.
When she reached Damien, she asked, “Did you say something?”
“Nope, nothing at all.” he smiled that odd smile he got sometimes.
Chelsea blinked; she hated that weird smile. “O…kay…,” she said and shrugged. “Mmkay, so let’s get to this Spanish stuff.” she said, sitting down. Damien could smell her shampoo (vanilla and cinnamon) as he leaned over her.
“Are cherries fruits?” Damien asked.
The mention of cherries made her feel odd. “Yes,” she snapped. “They have seeds.” She realized he was making fun of her.
“Would you just help me?”
Damien just rolled his eyes, “Okay… how about we start with how you say cherry in Spanish?”
“Damien, can we stick to what’s on the test?” Damien shrugged, laughing inwardly at how easily she got riled up.
“How do you say What’s Up in Spanish?” he asked.
“Que Pasa I think.” Chelsea said slowly, glad he was finally helping instead of freaking her out.
“Que Pasa? Cherries, that’s what.” Damien joked to her.
“Damien!!” she groaned. “What is up with you and cherries today? Go away! I can study by myself.” Why didn’t she ask Marissa to help her today? Oh yeah, she was too worried that the girl would just ramble about her date with Josh instead.
“I am trying to help you,” he said, smirking.
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Why do I bother…?” she sighed, putting her head in her hands. She was going to fail the test today.
“Instead of asking that question…” Damien started. “You should try to ask me something else.”
Chelsea looked at him through her fingers, completely aggravated. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like whether or not you’re a good kisser…” Internally, Damien was cracking up.
Chelsea’s eyes were widened. Her fears were confirmed, he had read the article. “I… I…You went through my stuff!!” she yelled!
The librarian looked up at the pair of them and said, “SHHHHhhhhhh!”
“How could I not, when you tried so hard to hide it from me,” Damien asked seriously, lowering his voice.
“God, Damien. See! This is why we’re not dating,” she pointed out.
Damien just laughed before leaning over, placing a hand on the table as his lips covered hers. Chelsea had done this before with him and was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling that she was in heaven whenever she kissed him.
She closed her eyes and let him do what he did usually, before she, herself, slowly increased the pressure. After a moment, she felt her tongue enter his mouth.
A few seconds later, he pulled away from her with a grin. “You know, Chelsea, you could’ve just asked me: cherry stem tying has nothing on you.” He smirked.
Chelsea knew that if she could blush, her face would surely be as red as a cherry by now. “I mean… that’s like… it said to try it if you were bored… and I was bored… and stupid… and I… uh… couldn’t have asked you that! I mean… its so” her voice kept rising louder and high pitched.
Damien leaned in for another quick kiss before they would get in trouble for her being too loud, “Don’t worry. You’re a great kisser." He let go of her lips reluctantly before quipping, "And I’ll wait for you forever to admit that you’re my girlfriend, Chelsea Dauner.” And with that, he got up. “You’ll ace that test, Dauner. Don't worry so much. See you later.”
She looked to the ground then back up at the sight of him leaving, a small smile on her lips. A floppy grin formed on her face.
Damien Carter thought she was a good, no great, kisser.
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Summary: Are you a good kisser? Here’s one way Chelsea used to find out.
Author's Notes: A cute one shot about tying cherry stems into a knot with your tongue. This could be a snippet of a future scene from Sinful Desires. Either way, it can stand alone as a cute oneshot. If you liked the characters in this and haven’t read Sinful Desires, them I would highly suggest it because that story is even better written and even cuter centering mostly on Chelsea and Damien.
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“I’m not ordering anything out of that magazine.” Chelsea told Marissa, glaring at said magazine with disdain.
“But Chelsea, you didn’t even look at it!” Her cousin, Marissa, said, flipping to a page and showing it to her. “Look at this outfit! Aren’t those Eskimo boots adorable?” she asked.
“No. They look like objects made to make your feet sweat till they’re dehydrated little prunes. I hate Eskimo boots!” Chelsea said, refusing to look at either the magazine or Marissa.
She was quite happy just sitting on Marissa’s bed, helping the girl pick out a dress for her first date with Josh without exposing herself to bad fashion in stupid magazines. “Marissa, all your dresses look fabulous on you. Just pick one so I can tell you it’s amazing and leave to study for my Spanish test!”
“I thought you already studied!” Unfortunately, Marissa was also Chelsea’s tutor and had bit of an obsession with making sure Chelsea improved her grades in that class. “You better ace that test Chels! I worked really hard to make sure Señor Martinez would allow you to make it up.” She sighed, giving up on her rant. No point in making herself stressed before she even got to the restaurant to meet Josh. “Anyways, just look through the magazine. Pick something you like and I’ll get it for your birthday and to thank you for setting me up with Josh.”
“You don’t need to thank me,” Chelsea answered. “And I don’t want to change my look. There’s probably nothing in that issue that I would wear.”
“Fine. Whatever. Just pick out something somewhere, and I’ll buy it for you.”
Chelsea scoffed, like she would do that.
“What about this one?”
Chelsea looked up. Marissa was wearing a pale yellow dress that flared at her waist and went up till her knees. There was only one off-shoulder strap, but the amount of cleavage visible was minimal. A classy, bright dress that matched Marissa’s personality perfectly: innocent, beautiful, and eye-catching.
“It’s awesome. Josh won’t know what hit him!” Chelsea answered honestly.
Marissa sighed wistfully, “I hope so.” Then putting the finishing touches of her make up, she got her car keys and told Chelsea, “Take the magazine with you just in case. I’ll call you tomorrow. Study hard!” and she made her way out.
Chelsea stared after her with a bit of envy that Marissa had been able to capture Josh. Despite her jealousy, she still wished the couple luck though. Besides, she was mostly over Josh now. Picking up the magazine and stuffing it in her bag, she made her way to her Miata parked outside and began driving her way home.
Once having finally reached her room, she flopped down on her bed. It was only five, and she didn’t feel like starting test cramming yet. Taking another look at the magazine that she had flung on her nightable, she finally picked it up.
“Just looking through it won’t hurt,” she said to herself. She picked it up, flipping through some random pages. Suddenly the title on one page caught her eyes:
Are you a good KISSER? Try this fun exercise to check!
Chelsea sneered. What a typical obsession to direct at girls. Not all girls were worried about how good a kisser they are. She was about to fling it into the trash, when she started to think about it.
Was she a good kisser? Looking back at the page, she read teh article.
Tongue Tied!
What You’ll need: A Cherry.
How to Play: Using just your mouth put the stem of a cherry in your mouth and try to tie it in a knot! If you can do it, you are a good kisser! Got it? Challenge yourself by placing a time limit, or varying the size of the stem! Save the cherry as a reward when you complete the task. Who knows but maybe tying the knot will help you “tie the knot”. No pun intended!
Chelsea raised her eyebrow at the game and the lame ass pun, but it did sound intriguing. Wouldn’t it be nice if she could tie a cherry stem? She was pretty sure there were no cherries downstairs, but maybe she could buy some tomorrow? And despite the stereotype, she did wonder if she was a good kisser. It’s not like she could ask Damien, the last guy she had kissed (unintentionally), what he thought about her tongue skills.
She ripped out the page and placed it on her nightstand. She’d remember to try it out tomorrow. As for now, back to Spanish. Dropping the rest of the magazine in the trash, she picked up her Spanish book and began cramming.
The next day at lunch she was still cramming. Matt, one of her best friends, was staring at his lunch in disgust. Jenna, her other best friend, noticed his facial expression and naturally asked, “What’s wrong?”
“Cherries,” he answered.
Chelsea, completely startled, looked up. “What?”
“A bag of cherries. My mother packed me a bag of cherries. I hate cherries, with those seeds inside. Ick. You want them?” he asked them, pointing at the bag.
She stared at the bag, blinking slowly.
“What?” Matt asked. “You’ve never seen some cherries before?” He passed the bag to Jenna, who pulled out a few cherries, before passing it to Chelsea.
Chelsea shrugged off the question but took the cherries. It couldn’t be a coincidence that they were here in front of her. She pulled out the magazine page from her wallet, where she had kept it in order to remind her to go to the shop to buy some cherries. Matt pulled it out of her hand and unfolded it.
“What is this? Tongue Tied?” He laughed out loud. “Where’d you get this?” he asked Chelsea.
“Marissa,” she quipped, knowing it would be a good enough answer stand alone.
Jenna snatched the paper from Matt, perusing it. “Oh.” She titled her head. “I wanna try!” And taking off the stem of one of her cherries, she stuck it in her mouth. Matt and Chelsea watched her swish her mouth from side to side. They waited a minute and stared when the girl stuck out her tongue and presented a beautiful cherry stem knot.
As soon as Chelsea saw that, she knew it had to be true because everyone in school knew that Jenna was an amazing kisser.
She watched as Jenna offered Matt a stem and told him to try. Matt refused, “I don’t need a cherry stem to ensure my amazing kissing skills.”
“Chicken,” sing-songed Jenna before turning to Chelsea, who took the stem and stuck it in her own mouth.
Just as she felt the stem on her tongue, she saw Damien coming over to their table. Chelsea snatched back the page from Jenna’s fingers and stuffed it in between her Spanish notes before closing her book over it.
Damien saw his almost girlfriend (if only she would admit it!) hide something in her papers before he came over, but he didn’t question her actions. Instead, he only asked her, “Are we still meeting in the library during sixth?”
Chelsea, who still had the stem in her mouth, nodded.
Damien looked at her oddly for the lack of verbal answer, before Jenna supplied, “Chels has a cherry stem in her mouth.”
Damien nodded as if he understood, but they all knew he thought it was weird.
Chelsea, suddenly at Damien's odd look, wanted to take the stem out of her mouth. But then decided that would just look odd, and decided to try it. What did she have to lose? After a moment or two of trying, she felt her get it and stuck out her tongue, showing the stem tied in a knot.
“Whoa!” Damien said, looking slightly impressed. “That’s kinda cool. Who know my girlfriend was so awesome?”
Chelsea blushed, but still was able to say, “I’m not your girlfriend.”
Damien just looked at her skeptically, but acquiesced and instead said, “See you in the library,” before walking away. He heard Jenna say, “So why he isn’t your boyfriend again?”
Damien just smirked.
Chelsea just ignored Jenna’s question and quickly finished her salad and left the lunch table.
But not before putting the bag of cherries in her sweatshirt’s pocket.
When she finally reached the library, she saw Damien’s stuff and dropped her stuff there before incoherently mumbling an excuse to go to the bathroom.
As she walked away, she kept thinking about the cherries in her pocket. ‘How do I really know I’m a good kisser?’ she thought to herself. ‘I’ve already kissed him once. Does he think I’m a good kisser… maybe I should make sure and try it again… just to make sure.’
Damien smiled at himself: his girl was so cute. He turned to look at her leaving the room before noticing her Spanish book on the table. He opened it up and flipped through the pages of her notes and found the pink paper he had seen Chelsea stuff away. He grabbed it and quickly scanned the article, before letting out a chuckle.
“And I thought you didn’t do things like this Chelsea.” he mumbled to himself, and then placed the article back in its original spot when he saw Chelsea reenter the library.
When she reached Damien, she asked, “Did you say something?”
“Nope, nothing at all.” he smiled that odd smile he got sometimes.
Chelsea blinked; she hated that weird smile. “O…kay…,” she said and shrugged. “Mmkay, so let’s get to this Spanish stuff.” she said, sitting down. Damien could smell her shampoo (vanilla and cinnamon) as he leaned over her.
“Are cherries fruits?” Damien asked.
The mention of cherries made her feel odd. “Yes,” she snapped. “They have seeds.” She realized he was making fun of her.
“Would you just help me?”
Damien just rolled his eyes, “Okay… how about we start with how you say cherry in Spanish?”
“Damien, can we stick to what’s on the test?” Damien shrugged, laughing inwardly at how easily she got riled up.
“How do you say What’s Up in Spanish?” he asked.
“Que Pasa I think.” Chelsea said slowly, glad he was finally helping instead of freaking her out.
“Que Pasa? Cherries, that’s what.” Damien joked to her.
“Damien!!” she groaned. “What is up with you and cherries today? Go away! I can study by myself.” Why didn’t she ask Marissa to help her today? Oh yeah, she was too worried that the girl would just ramble about her date with Josh instead.
“I am trying to help you,” he said, smirking.
Chelsea rolled her eyes. “Why do I bother…?” she sighed, putting her head in her hands. She was going to fail the test today.
“Instead of asking that question…” Damien started. “You should try to ask me something else.”
Chelsea looked at him through her fingers, completely aggravated. “Like what?” she asked.
“Like whether or not you’re a good kisser…” Internally, Damien was cracking up.
Chelsea’s eyes were widened. Her fears were confirmed, he had read the article. “I… I…You went through my stuff!!” she yelled!
The librarian looked up at the pair of them and said, “SHHHHhhhhhh!”
“How could I not, when you tried so hard to hide it from me,” Damien asked seriously, lowering his voice.
“God, Damien. See! This is why we’re not dating,” she pointed out.
Damien just laughed before leaning over, placing a hand on the table as his lips covered hers. Chelsea had done this before with him and was quickly becoming addicted to the feeling that she was in heaven whenever she kissed him.
She closed her eyes and let him do what he did usually, before she, herself, slowly increased the pressure. After a moment, she felt her tongue enter his mouth.
A few seconds later, he pulled away from her with a grin. “You know, Chelsea, you could’ve just asked me: cherry stem tying has nothing on you.” He smirked.
Chelsea knew that if she could blush, her face would surely be as red as a cherry by now. “I mean… that’s like… it said to try it if you were bored… and I was bored… and stupid… and I… uh… couldn’t have asked you that! I mean… its so” her voice kept rising louder and high pitched.
Damien leaned in for another quick kiss before they would get in trouble for her being too loud, “Don’t worry. You’re a great kisser." He let go of her lips reluctantly before quipping, "And I’ll wait for you forever to admit that you’re my girlfriend, Chelsea Dauner.” And with that, he got up. “You’ll ace that test, Dauner. Don't worry so much. See you later.”
She looked to the ground then back up at the sight of him leaving, a small smile on her lips. A floppy grin formed on her face.
Damien Carter thought she was a good, no great, kisser.
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