Halloween
Rating: PG
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Sweets
Notes: For 30_sweets.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Leslie's handing out candy. Also, my Halloween fic for the year.
30: Sweets
She handed candy out to kids. One at a time. Two pieces each.
Frank had been begging for hours for just one piece.
Every time the doorbell rang, she gave out more candy. The door closed and Frank begged. Leslie denied. Rinse and repeat.
Finally, the last one left and she shut off the porch light. Frank didn’t even bother to ask this time.
He eyed her enviously as she unwrapped something hard and striped, and looked away before she could pop it into her mouth. It wasn’t fair, he thought. It just wasn’t.
Leslie slipped her arms around his waist, making him turn around to face her. And her candy. He pouted.
“Do you want to go to bed now?” she asked. The apparently grape-flavored thing clicked over her teeth.
“No.”
“Oh,” she said, “That’s too bad. I’m going to bed.” After a moment, she added, “By myself.”
Frank leaned down to kiss her cheek. She caught his lips with hers, though and pushed her tongue-and the candy-into his mouth. He moaned, surprised, and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. When they parted, he made sure the candy was his and kissed her cheek quickly.
“So, Mr. Petulant,” she teased. “Are you ready to go to bed now?”
Fandom: Runaways
Characters: Deans
Prompt: Sweets
Notes: For 30_sweets.
Disclaimer: This is me owning nothing.
Summary: Leslie's handing out candy. Also, my Halloween fic for the year.
30: Sweets
She handed candy out to kids. One at a time. Two pieces each.
Frank had been begging for hours for just one piece.
Every time the doorbell rang, she gave out more candy. The door closed and Frank begged. Leslie denied. Rinse and repeat.
Finally, the last one left and she shut off the porch light. Frank didn’t even bother to ask this time.
He eyed her enviously as she unwrapped something hard and striped, and looked away before she could pop it into her mouth. It wasn’t fair, he thought. It just wasn’t.
Leslie slipped her arms around his waist, making him turn around to face her. And her candy. He pouted.
“Do you want to go to bed now?” she asked. The apparently grape-flavored thing clicked over her teeth.
“No.”
“Oh,” she said, “That’s too bad. I’m going to bed.” After a moment, she added, “By myself.”
Frank leaned down to kiss her cheek. She caught his lips with hers, though and pushed her tongue-and the candy-into his mouth. He moaned, surprised, and pulled her to him, deepening the kiss. When they parted, he made sure the candy was his and kissed her cheek quickly.
“So, Mr. Petulant,” she teased. “Are you ready to go to bed now?”