playfully.
“I have an adventurous spirit. I just don’t have a cast - iron stomach. How can you eat those flavors together?” He shivered dramatically.
“You don’t eat them together. You eat them separate ly . If you are lucky, they mix a little as they melt.” They took a seat outside the Dairy Barn at a picnic table. Rather than sit on the bench, she climbed on top of the table and sat down. He eyed her skeptically for a moment and then joined her. They sat in companionable silence for a short time. The lights flickered off at the Dairy Barn. It was obviously after the ten o’clock closing time. The area was devoid of other cars and people. “We had better go,” she said, her half-eaten ice cream in one hand.
He waved impatiently at her. “We have plenty of time. I want to finish my boring old cup of vanilla,” his voice dripping with heavy sarcasm .
She sank back down on the tabletop, her feet on the bench below. Her elbows rested on top of her knees. “Mine is much better than yours.” Her attempt at a singsong voice and a teasing tone were muffled by her tongue swirling the cone.
“I don’t know how it could be. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head when you fainted?” He reached over and placed the back of his hand on her forehead as though checking for a fever.
“Positive. Here.” She held her cone out to him. “Try it.”
“Nuh-uh. It’s much more fun watching you. I’ll stick with vanilla.”
“Sure?” she asked pleasantly, extending her cone toward him again.
“Oh, al l right,” he finally acquiesced with a big smile. He grabbed her hand to steady the cone and took a bite of the sherbet. “Not bad,” he said, nodding his head.
She extended the cone again. “Now you have to try it with the chocolate.”
“ That’s disgusting. ” He chuckled.
She extended the cone again and he once more took her hand. He bit a section of the chocolate scoop at the bottom of the cone. “You’re not going to get me to try them combined no matter how cute you look doing that.”
“You think I look cute?” she asked as her tongue swirled around the section where the two flavors met.
“You know you look cute,” he mumbled under his breath as he watched her swirl the two flavors with her tongue again. “Would you stop that?” he asked more loudly.
“Stop what?” Her tongue stopped in mid - swirl.
“Never mind,” he snapped, standing up quickly.
“Are you mad at me?” He rolled his eyes and groaned heavily . “I offered to share my cone.”
“You can’t be as innocent as you seem,” he mumbled. He took a deep breath. “I want to try the two flavors mixed . ” H is voice deepened as he moved to stand before her. Chocolate and sherbet glistened on her lips. She extended the cone again but he caught her wrist and deflected it. Instead, he moved closer to her knees and met her lips with his. His tongue gently and tenderly flicked against her closed lips, tasting the flavors of her cone. “Mmm…” he growl ed . “I think I like it.”
Her breath caught in her throat at the simple assault on her senses. “What - ” H er words were smothered by his lips as they closed more fully over hers.
“Can I have some more?” he asked playfully against her mouth. He stepped back slightly and she unwittingly raised her cone back to her mouth, her wrist clasped in his large hand as he guided the cone back to her lips. She swirled her tongue around the cone again. His mouth once again descended and met hers. He groan ed again.
“Mmm…that is good.” He dropped his own cup of ice cream on the sidewalk as his hand cupped her face, his fingers splayed toward her ear. His thumb touched her chin lightly, pressing insistently until her mouth opened under the pressure. She gasped softly, her indrawn breath bringing his tongue further into her mouth. He retreated slightly but did not remove his lips
“I have an adventurous spirit. I just don’t have a cast - iron stomach. How can you eat those flavors together?” He shivered dramatically.
“You don’t eat them together. You eat them separate ly . If you are lucky, they mix a little as they melt.” They took a seat outside the Dairy Barn at a picnic table. Rather than sit on the bench, she climbed on top of the table and sat down. He eyed her skeptically for a moment and then joined her. They sat in companionable silence for a short time. The lights flickered off at the Dairy Barn. It was obviously after the ten o’clock closing time. The area was devoid of other cars and people. “We had better go,” she said, her half-eaten ice cream in one hand.
He waved impatiently at her. “We have plenty of time. I want to finish my boring old cup of vanilla,” his voice dripping with heavy sarcasm .
She sank back down on the tabletop, her feet on the bench below. Her elbows rested on top of her knees. “Mine is much better than yours.” Her attempt at a singsong voice and a teasing tone were muffled by her tongue swirling the cone.
“I don’t know how it could be. Are you sure you didn’t hit your head when you fainted?” He reached over and placed the back of his hand on her forehead as though checking for a fever.
“Positive. Here.” She held her cone out to him. “Try it.”
“Nuh-uh. It’s much more fun watching you. I’ll stick with vanilla.”
“Sure?” she asked pleasantly, extending her cone toward him again.
“Oh, al l right,” he finally acquiesced with a big smile. He grabbed her hand to steady the cone and took a bite of the sherbet. “Not bad,” he said, nodding his head.
She extended the cone again. “Now you have to try it with the chocolate.”
“ That’s disgusting. ” He chuckled.
She extended the cone again and he once more took her hand. He bit a section of the chocolate scoop at the bottom of the cone. “You’re not going to get me to try them combined no matter how cute you look doing that.”
“You think I look cute?” she asked as her tongue swirled around the section where the two flavors met.
“You know you look cute,” he mumbled under his breath as he watched her swirl the two flavors with her tongue again. “Would you stop that?” he asked more loudly.
“Stop what?” Her tongue stopped in mid - swirl.
“Never mind,” he snapped, standing up quickly.
“Are you mad at me?” He rolled his eyes and groaned heavily . “I offered to share my cone.”
“You can’t be as innocent as you seem,” he mumbled. He took a deep breath. “I want to try the two flavors mixed . ” H is voice deepened as he moved to stand before her. Chocolate and sherbet glistened on her lips. She extended the cone again but he caught her wrist and deflected it. Instead, he moved closer to her knees and met her lips with his. His tongue gently and tenderly flicked against her closed lips, tasting the flavors of her cone. “Mmm…” he growl ed . “I think I like it.”
Her breath caught in her throat at the simple assault on her senses. “What - ” H er words were smothered by his lips as they closed more fully over hers.
“Can I have some more?” he asked playfully against her mouth. He stepped back slightly and she unwittingly raised her cone back to her mouth, her wrist clasped in his large hand as he guided the cone back to her lips. She swirled her tongue around the cone again. His mouth once again descended and met hers. He groan ed again.
“Mmm…that is good.” He dropped his own cup of ice cream on the sidewalk as his hand cupped her face, his fingers splayed toward her ear. His thumb touched her chin lightly, pressing insistently until her mouth opened under the pressure. She gasped softly, her indrawn breath bringing his tongue further into her mouth. He retreated slightly but did not remove his lips
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