Author: ballynihinch
Feedback: Better than Smucker’s Chocolate Syrup! Well…maybe… ;) ballynihinch@hotmail.com
Disclaimers: Not mine. Theirs.
Spoilers: None
Author’s Note: Part Two of the Series. Also known as the fun, light banter chapter. Once again, Christine is the world’s most sensational beta. Especially for reminding me how to spell Josh. ;)
AN II: If you’re looking for a timeline, don’t squint too hard. You might get a headache.
TASTE
“Strawberries!”
“I’ll get hives.”
“From strawberry-flavoured massage oil?”
“Quite possibly. Pick something else.”
“Vanilla.”
“I’m not a woman.”
“You like me when I wear vanilla.”
“I prefer just you, actually.”
“Wow. That just *so* got you bed-points.”
“Bed-points? Oh, right. Bed-points. I like bed-points.”
“I know you do.”
“Bed-points make me late for work.”
“Only twice so far.”
“And considering that it’s us—”
“—that’s really quite extraordinary.”
“Who in their right mind would want bubble-gum flavoured condoms?”
“I have no idea. A Britney Spears wannabe?”
“I don’t even want to go there. And I’m a guy…and I *still* don’t want to go there.”
“So no bubble-gum. What about mango-lime edible panties?”
“What is with you and the fruit? Wait. Did you just say the p-word?”
“Panties?”
“God, yes. Say it again.”
“You’re incorrigible.”
“Wow. Panties and a high SAT verbal score. You’re my kind of woman.”
“You have no idea.”
“Okay, I have to kiss you now.”
“No.”
“Just a little nip? A taste? A soupcant?”
“A what?”
“A soupcant…it’s French.”
“I don’t think it’s pronounced *soup – can’t* there, Romeo.”
“Are you mocking my woo?”
“No, just your pronunciation.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“C’mere…”
“Wha—mmmm”
“See? Once again, ladies and gents, I *am* Da Man!”
“Mmm. That was yummy. Very nice. Did you have a tic-tac when I wasn’t looking?”
“Donna! What an appalling thing to ask! I don’t need tic-tacs. I have woo.”
“Well, you taste all…minty fresh.”
“I think you’re confusing your tag-lines.”
“Not possible.”
“Whatever. What else is here? Hmmm…wait. Jackpot! Chocolate sauce!”
“Why would a store like this have a bottle of Smucker’s chocolate sauce on the shelf?”
“Who cares? It’s pure genius.”
“After all this you want to buy chocolate sauce we could have gotten at Safeway?”
“Just think of all the wondrous possibilities.”
“Sorry?”
“Well, I could nibble a bit off your stomach…or right *here*…and then I can make you a sundae…and then spread a bit more on your thigh just, oh, right *there*…”
“Jooooooooosh! We’re in public!”
“Fine. You don’t want me to eat chocolate off you? Your loss.”
“Well…”
“It’d be fun…”
“I don’t know…”
“Aw, come on!”
“Well, I guess we could…”
“Yessss!”
“But I get to go first.”
“You want to…um…taste me first?”
“Maybe. Though that chocolate sundae sounds mighty damn tempting.”
“Screw the sundae!”
“Um…that could get kinda sticky, couldn’t it?”
“There’s only one way to find out.”
“Right. I’ll call Margaret.”