(Digimon) Savour
Title: Savour
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Taichi/Koushiro
Rating: PG-13
Words: 825
Notes: For 15pairings, prompt "what a waste".
Summary: Vanilla swirls, sticky sweet.
Koushiro glanced down at his lap, then back up at the now empty cone clutched in his right hand. A single droplet of vanilla ice cream, the only remaining evidence of what had once been a thoroughly enjoyable dessert, was following the zigzag pattern of the wafer, rolling down to the pointed tip of the cone. Koushiro watched silently as it reached its destination, before dripping down on to his thigh, joining the rest of the ice cream.
Taichi’s eyes also followed its path, lingering on the vanilla stain on Koushiro’s jeans, before they quickly averted themselves and he managed a shaky grin. “I’ll, um, get you a towel for that,” he laughed nervously.
Koushiro fixed him with a steely glare, and felt a slight wave of satisfaction when Taichi cowered back from the look. “I was enjoying that, Taichi,” he murmured, voice deadpan.
Taichi’s eyes slid over to his lap once more. “Well, it was good ice cream…” he agreed hesitantly.
“Exceptionally good ice cream,” Koushiro confirmed. “So good, in fact, that I would have preferred to finish eating it.”
“Then maybe you should have kept a better hold of it,” Taichi suggested with a forced innocence, slowly inching himself across the couch and away from the anger rippling around Koushiro like a heavy dark wave.
Koushiro’s teeth ground audibly before he managed to rein himself in. “Usually I don’t have to take into account the variable of somebody’s elbow jarring my shoulder whilst I’m trying to eat.”
Taichi blushed and ducked his head, eyes darting and obviously reaching for an excuse. “Oh, well, chaos theory and all that,” he babbled, motioning towards his homework, still laid out across the coffee table. “Practical demonstration, you know. An education, if you will.”
“Taichi,” Koushiro hissed. “Do not beg me to come over to help you study, then try to blame the fact that you cannot sit still for five minutes on the very subject you insisted I help you understand in the first place!”
Taichi sighed and slumped back against the couch. “Okay, I’m sorry. I just thought you might be happy if it looked like I was starting to understand the rubbish in those textbooks,” he mumbled, before catching Koushiro’s glare and hastily holding up his hands. “But, yeah, it’s my fault, and I’m sorry, and I shouldn’t have been bouncing around on the couch while you were trying to eat.” The whole speech sounded rather rehearsed, as if Taichi had said it many times before. Koushiro wouldn’t have been the slightest bit surprised if that were the case.
“Just get me that towel, Taichi,” he snapped, glancing down dejectedly at the rapidly warming mess on his lap. “It was such good ice cream, too,” he added almost to himself.
When Taichi didn’t move, Koushiro turned to glare at him, ready to point out that if Taichi dared laugh, Koushiro was taking himself and his study notes home. But Taichi was staring at Koushiro’s lap, and the ice cream, and suddenly looking very serious.
“It does seem a pity,” he mumbled. And then he was leaning forward, and Koushiro opened his mouth to ask what on earth Taichi thought he was doing, but all that came out was a distinct yelp, as Taichi’s head ducked down into his lap. And then Taichi’s tongue was sliding across his thigh, making a messy wet path through the spilled ice cream, licking it up with a pleased murmur. Savouring the taste before his tongue was darting out again, lips closing over the creamy sweetness, sucking and licking and slurping ever so slightly and smiling to himself, and the cone crumbled in Koushiro’s grip.
It took a moment for Koushiro to find his voice again, and all he could manage was another of those strange yelping noises, hands batting at Taichi’s head, fingers sinking into the soft brown hair. But Taichi was on a mission, tongue swirling, eyes focused, lips quirked in a mischievous smile. Tongue rasping over the damp denim, chasing every last trace of vanilla, and when he finally pulled away, he was blushing as fiercely as Koushiro.
Koushiro never pretended to understand Taichi’s thought process, but the idea clicked into place the second he noticed the glint in Taichi’s eye. “You knocked my arm on purpose,” he accused, eyes slitting.
Taichi’s answering smirk told him everything he needed to know. “As if I would,” Taichi laughed, tone almost offended, except for the fact that he was happily swinging his leg over Koushiro’s thighs and crawling into his lap.
“Your homework,” Koushiro reminded him, more for the sake of keeping up appearances than wanting to stop the way Taichi’s arms were wrapping around his neck.
And, honestly, Koushiro had been enjoying the ice cream, and that smear across Taichi’s lower lip looked awfully tempting, so he couldn’t be blamed for tilting his head up and allowing the first kiss, or any of the kisses that followed.
Fandom: Digimon
Pairing: Taichi/Koushiro
Rating: PG-13
Words: 825
Notes: For 15pairings, prompt "what a waste".
Summary: Vanilla swirls, sticky sweet.
Koushiro glanced down at his lap, then back up at the now empty cone clutched in his right hand. A single droplet of vanilla ice cream, the only remaining evidence of what had once been a thoroughly enjoyable dessert, was following the zigzag pattern of the wafer, rolling down to the pointed tip of the cone. Koushiro watched silently as it reached its destination, before dripping down on to his thigh, joining the rest of the ice cream.
Taichi’s eyes also followed its path, lingering on the vanilla stain on Koushiro’s jeans, before they quickly averted themselves and he managed a shaky grin. “I’ll, um, get you a towel for that,” he laughed nervously.
Koushiro fixed him with a steely glare, and felt a slight wave of satisfaction when Taichi cowered back from the look. “I was enjoying that, Taichi,” he murmured, voice deadpan.
Taichi’s eyes slid over to his lap once more. “Well, it was good ice cream…” he agreed hesitantly.
“Exceptionally good ice cream,” Koushiro confirmed. “So good, in fact, that I would have preferred to finish eating it.”
“Then maybe you should have kept a better hold of it,” Taichi suggested with a forced innocence, slowly inching himself across the couch and away from the anger rippling around Koushiro like a heavy dark wave.
Koushiro’s teeth ground audibly before he managed to rein himself in. “Usually I don’t have to take into account the variable of somebody’s elbow jarring my shoulder whilst I’m trying to eat.”
Taichi blushed and ducked his head, eyes darting and obviously reaching for an excuse. “Oh, well, chaos theory and all that,” he babbled, motioning towards his homework, still laid out across the coffee table. “Practical demonstration, you know. An education, if you will.”
“Taichi,” Koushiro hissed. “Do not beg me to come over to help you study, then try to blame the fact that you cannot sit still for five minutes on the very subject you insisted I help you understand in the first place!”
Taichi sighed and slumped back against the couch. “Okay, I’m sorry. I just thought you might be happy if it looked like I was starting to understand the rubbish in those textbooks,” he mumbled, before catching Koushiro’s glare and hastily holding up his hands. “But, yeah, it’s my fault, and I’m sorry, and I shouldn’t have been bouncing around on the couch while you were trying to eat.” The whole speech sounded rather rehearsed, as if Taichi had said it many times before. Koushiro wouldn’t have been the slightest bit surprised if that were the case.
“Just get me that towel, Taichi,” he snapped, glancing down dejectedly at the rapidly warming mess on his lap. “It was such good ice cream, too,” he added almost to himself.
When Taichi didn’t move, Koushiro turned to glare at him, ready to point out that if Taichi dared laugh, Koushiro was taking himself and his study notes home. But Taichi was staring at Koushiro’s lap, and the ice cream, and suddenly looking very serious.
“It does seem a pity,” he mumbled. And then he was leaning forward, and Koushiro opened his mouth to ask what on earth Taichi thought he was doing, but all that came out was a distinct yelp, as Taichi’s head ducked down into his lap. And then Taichi’s tongue was sliding across his thigh, making a messy wet path through the spilled ice cream, licking it up with a pleased murmur. Savouring the taste before his tongue was darting out again, lips closing over the creamy sweetness, sucking and licking and slurping ever so slightly and smiling to himself, and the cone crumbled in Koushiro’s grip.
It took a moment for Koushiro to find his voice again, and all he could manage was another of those strange yelping noises, hands batting at Taichi’s head, fingers sinking into the soft brown hair. But Taichi was on a mission, tongue swirling, eyes focused, lips quirked in a mischievous smile. Tongue rasping over the damp denim, chasing every last trace of vanilla, and when he finally pulled away, he was blushing as fiercely as Koushiro.
Koushiro never pretended to understand Taichi’s thought process, but the idea clicked into place the second he noticed the glint in Taichi’s eye. “You knocked my arm on purpose,” he accused, eyes slitting.
Taichi’s answering smirk told him everything he needed to know. “As if I would,” Taichi laughed, tone almost offended, except for the fact that he was happily swinging his leg over Koushiro’s thighs and crawling into his lap.
“Your homework,” Koushiro reminded him, more for the sake of keeping up appearances than wanting to stop the way Taichi’s arms were wrapping around his neck.
And, honestly, Koushiro had been enjoying the ice cream, and that smear across Taichi’s lower lip looked awfully tempting, so he couldn’t be blamed for tilting his head up and allowing the first kiss, or any of the kisses that followed.