I stare at him and he stares back at me.
There's a moment of silence, and then—
He yelps and grabs his forehead with his free hand. "COLD!" He whines, his voice muffled by the ice cream. "Ketz'al! It's cold!"
I can't help but laugh, the tension and nerves in me just... snap. He looks so ridiculous, with his eyes wide and his veins glowing a bright blue-white, and a huge scoop of ice cream on his face.
"The hell did you think it'd be? Warm?!" I manage between laughs.
He glares at me and licks his lips, trying to get rid of the ice cream. "I forgot! Okay?! I just—I was—I wanted—" He stammers, and his ears flick back and forth. He looks so flustered and embarrassed that I almost feel bad for laughing at him.
Almost.
I walk over to him and take the cone from his hand. He lets me, still too busy wiping his mouth with his sleeve. I look at the cone and see that it has three scoops of different colors. One is pink, one is blue, and one is green.
I suppose I'm just... playful. Maybe too playful. Because I immediately steal a taste of his ice cream. It's cold and sweet and creamy. It's really good.
The wheezing, offended squeal that comes out of him makes it even sweeter.
"Sarah! You little—! You... you don't even know if it's poisonous to you!"
"Is it?" I ask, taking another bite.
He fumes and then pulls it away from me. "No! It's not! But it's mine!"
I hum. "Then we'll just have shared some of it."
He stiffens. His veins glow bright blue-pink. Three pulses. And then he shoves the cone into my hand. "I'M. NOT. HUNGRY." He stomps over to his bed and flops onto it with a loud huff. "You can have it all."
I hum and look at the cone for a few moments. I'm not that hungry, and I certainly can't eat a monster cone like this before it becomes a warzone. Why he thinks I want the whole thing now, I don't know, but...
"So then what you're saying is... you want me to feed it to you."
"NO!"
I laugh and walk over to his bed. I sit on the edge of it and hold out the cone to him. "Come on. Open your mouth."
He glares at me. "Don't you dare."
"Don't be a baby. It'll melt if you don't." I tease him.
He grumbles and looks away from me. "I don't want you to... nishi'an... feed me like I'm some kind of infant!"
"I don't want to eat this all on my own. It's your ice cream, take responsibility." I wave it in front of his face. "Come on. Unless you want me to be a glutton and waste your money?"
He gives me a withering look and then sighs. "Fine." He says, and opens his mouth reluctantly.
I smile and bring the cone closer to his lips. I watch as he takes a small bite of the pink scoop. His eyes close and his veins pulse a soft pink.
He looks so cute.
I feel a flutter in my stomach and my face warms up.
This is...
Uh.
I swallow.
It's a little more intense than I expected, watching him lick ice cream from my hand. Well. From the cone in my hand, but. I. I'm in control of it. It's a different sensation than just watching him eat. I feel...
I don't know. Powerful? Or something.
"Is it good?" I ask, my voice coming out a bit huskier than I intend.
He opens his eyes and looks at me. His golden eyes seem to glow in the dim light. "Yes." He says, his voice low and quiet. "It's very good."
I bite my lip and move the cone away from his mouth. I take a bite of the blue scoop myself. It tastes like... something fruity. I'm not sure what. But it's nice.
I look at him and see him staring at my lips. His eyes are intense and his veins are glowing brighter.
My heart skips a beat.
I lick my lips and hold the cone out to him again. He leans forward and takes another bite, this time of the blue scoop. He licks his lips slowly and his eyes never leave mine.
I can't seem to look away from him either. He's so handsome. So captivating. So...
I move the cone closer to his mouth and he takes another bite. This time, our fingers brush against each other. I feel a jolt of electricity run through me.
He feels it too, I can tell. His breath hitches and his eyes widen. His veins flare a bright pink-white.
We're so close.
I can feel his warmth.
I can smell his scent.
I can taste the sweetness of his ice cream on my tongue.
I want to taste it on his lips.
I wonder what he would taste like.
I wonder if he would let me.
I wonder if he wants to.
I move the cone aside and lean in, my heart pounding in my chest.
He doesn't move away.
He meets me halfway.
Our lips touch.
It's soft and gentle. A little cold. A little sweet.
It's perfect.
I close my eyes and sigh into his mouth. I feel his lips smile against mine and his hand reach up to cup my cheek. He deepens the kiss and I open my mouth to let him in.
His tongue slides against mine and I moan softly. He tastes like ice cream and salt and something else. Something that is purely him. It's addictive.
The cone slips. It's not intentional. It's heavy, it's lopsided, I'm a bit distracted and—it tumbles out of my hand before I can catch it and it falls on the bed.
He yelps and leaps up to his feet. "My ICE CREAM! M—MY BED! Sarah!"
I jump back and stare at the mess of three ice cream scoops that have landed on his bed.
Oops.
He sprints out of the room, ranting something about the sheets and cream.
I sigh and press a hand to my face. What am I, a klutz? I couldn't keep a hold of the damn cone for one minute without dropping it like a bumbling idiot?!
Or...
Well. Maybe the question is better why I decided to start... kissing when I was holding an ice cream cone.
I coughed, feeling my face heat, as I peeked down at the blanket between my fingers.
Is this... a metaphor?
For... something?
I shake my head. I'm overthinking this. I'm being ridiculous.
I look up as he storms back into the room with a towel and a bottle of some kind of liquid. And a rubbish bin. He looks ridiculous. His hair is a mess, his veins are still glowing bright pink, and there's still some ice cream on his chin.
I try to stifle a laugh but it comes out anyway. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to drop it. But we have... maids here don't we? Yta?"
"I'm not laying in nishi'an ice cream while we wait for the room service to get here, Sarah!" He growls and climbs onto the bed. He starts wiping the mess with the towel, spraying it with the liquid bottle before wiping again. "It's already going to stain. Ugh."
I watch him for a moment, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement. He's so dramatic about everything. Even when he's angry at me, he's still... cute.
I stand up and walk over to him. "Here, let me help." I say, and take the towel from him. "You go clean yourself up. You look like you're five."
He glares at me and snatches the towel back. "I don't need your help. I can do this myself. It's my bed. My ice cream. My mess."
He hesitates after a moment, and his expression softens. "Don't look at me like that. I'm not... mad at you. It's just ice cream."
I—I don't think... I thought that, did I?
But...
It's reassuring anyway.
I find myself reaching out to brush his hair from his face. He stiffens, freezes a moment, and then hisses, batting my hand away. "Off! Off, you lascivious human! I'm trying to clean!"
I laugh and back off. "Fine, fine. I'll leave you to it." I say, and head to the bathroom.
I need to wash my face and calm down.
And maybe I'll be brave enough to try to talk to him without kissing him instead, once I come back out.
Though maybe there could be a little more kissing.