Kunzite 'heart' Waffles
by K. Wyse
Not that anyone would think him the type, but Kunzite loved waffles.
He loved their soft fluffiness. He loved the regular etched grooves made
by the waffle iron. He loved the way they went so well with honey and
all kinds of syrupy goodness. Most of all, he loved how it reminded him
of his favourite thing in the whole wide world.
The golden glow of the morning waffle reflected her hair so well, with
its angelic halo. The fluffiness was like her laughter made physical.
The soft, yet firm cakes felt like her body, all curved suppleness. The
heat of a freshly made waffle steamed against his face and scorched his
fingers the same way morning showers with her left water droplets
trickling down the bathroom mirror and the smell of her shampoo burnt
into his skin.
They used a squeeze-bottle for honey and he loved to drizzle the sweet
syrup over the waffles, the same way he would sometimes drizzle
champagne over her breasts and sip the bubbly as it ran, skittering
across golden skin, into his waiting mouth. Not that his mouth always
attentively waited, it had ... distractions. He loved how the honey
would become trapped in the corners of the ironed pattern. Sometimes
he’d spend a good ten minutes trying to clean the waffle of the honey
before eating the whole thing. As the tip of his tongue dipped to
retrieve the honey cache, it was like dipping into her and tasting her
sweetness, the ridges of the pattern like her pert and full lips.
Kissing her was like riding a supernova to the other side of a parallel
universe. Utterly explosive.
Kunzite loved waffles because they reminded of his favourite thing in
the whole wide world - spending ‘quality time’ with Minako.
~fin
A.N. This little drabble was written for Challenge #5 Waffles, at the
LiveJournal community: ShitennouAi, which you can visit to see the
challenge details. Criticisms and comments are welcome.
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