Drabblish: 'Hot Chocolate' (J/E - PG13)
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dwgmPossibly set in the Moral Advantage universe, four hundred words on this week's fabulous drabble theme...
~ Hot Chocolate ~
“Here you are, m’lady.”
Elizabeth, waking at the words and the sensation of a weight insinuating itself upon the bed beside her, opened her eyes. Jack smirked down at her, and nodded significantly at the dainty and exquisitely painted two-handled covered cup and saucer he held.
Her eyes widened. “Chocolate? Oh, Jack! And Sèvres porcelain, too!”
“Both courtesy of our recent adversary. God bless the Frenchies.” He carefully bent and set his burden down on the sole, then helped her to sit up, placing an extra pillow at her back.
She greedily reached for the cup as he picked it up again. “Give me!”
“Careful, it’s hot.”
“As it should be.” She removed the lid, breathed in the familiar, long-missed scent, then took a sip. “Oh, bliss! Just as it tasted when I was a girl.”
“When you were a girl.” Jack snorted. “A long time ago.”
“Well. Not in years. But in experience…”
“I’d say you still have a great deal to learn, sweet.”
His scrutiny wasn’t quite a leer, but it was close, and she felt annoyance and a hot blush, too, in light of what had passed between them the previous night. She lifted her brows and said boldly, “Is that so? Yet you didn’t seem dissatisfied.”
The leer vanished. “No, no! Quite the reverse! But you know the old saying, practice makes perfect. Hence the chocolate. It’s a fine aphrodisiac.”
Her pique ebbed, but she frowned and looked suspiciously at the cup in her hand. “Is it?”
“Indubitably. Indisputably. Surely you must have noticed.”
His eyes teased, and she opened her mouth to deny it, but then began to remember: golden mornings abed, savoring cool air, warm chocolate, and undeniably lascivious and most unmaidenly daydreams. Or perhaps all too maidenly. Daydreams that, in recent days, had begun to find factual resolution. “I may have noticed,” she admitted, then considered him thoughtfully. “Do you know, your eyes are the color of chocolate.”
He seemed taken aback. “That muddy brown?”
“No. Delicious brown.” She lowered her eyes and took a long sip to hide her smirk.
After which he took the cup from her and set it aside. “Delicious, eh? And perhaps… inspirational?”
She couldn’t help chuckling at his hopeful expression. “Jack, you rogue! Give me back my chocolate!”
“Later, love. Just now I must teach you the consequences attendant upon flirtation with a rogue, savvy?”
~.~
~ Hot Chocolate ~
“Here you are, m’lady.”
Elizabeth, waking at the words and the sensation of a weight insinuating itself upon the bed beside her, opened her eyes. Jack smirked down at her, and nodded significantly at the dainty and exquisitely painted two-handled covered cup and saucer he held.
Her eyes widened. “Chocolate? Oh, Jack! And Sèvres porcelain, too!”
“Both courtesy of our recent adversary. God bless the Frenchies.” He carefully bent and set his burden down on the sole, then helped her to sit up, placing an extra pillow at her back.
She greedily reached for the cup as he picked it up again. “Give me!”
“Careful, it’s hot.”
“As it should be.” She removed the lid, breathed in the familiar, long-missed scent, then took a sip. “Oh, bliss! Just as it tasted when I was a girl.”
“When you were a girl.” Jack snorted. “A long time ago.”
“Well. Not in years. But in experience…”
“I’d say you still have a great deal to learn, sweet.”
His scrutiny wasn’t quite a leer, but it was close, and she felt annoyance and a hot blush, too, in light of what had passed between them the previous night. She lifted her brows and said boldly, “Is that so? Yet you didn’t seem dissatisfied.”
The leer vanished. “No, no! Quite the reverse! But you know the old saying, practice makes perfect. Hence the chocolate. It’s a fine aphrodisiac.”
Her pique ebbed, but she frowned and looked suspiciously at the cup in her hand. “Is it?”
“Indubitably. Indisputably. Surely you must have noticed.”
His eyes teased, and she opened her mouth to deny it, but then began to remember: golden mornings abed, savoring cool air, warm chocolate, and undeniably lascivious and most unmaidenly daydreams. Or perhaps all too maidenly. Daydreams that, in recent days, had begun to find factual resolution. “I may have noticed,” she admitted, then considered him thoughtfully. “Do you know, your eyes are the color of chocolate.”
He seemed taken aback. “That muddy brown?”
“No. Delicious brown.” She lowered her eyes and took a long sip to hide her smirk.
After which he took the cup from her and set it aside. “Delicious, eh? And perhaps… inspirational?”
She couldn’t help chuckling at his hopeful expression. “Jack, you rogue! Give me back my chocolate!”
“Later, love. Just now I must teach you the consequences attendant upon flirtation with a rogue, savvy?”
~.~
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Date: 2013-03-30 06:10 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-30 07:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-30 06:11 pm (UTC)“Do you know, your eyes are the color of chocolate.”
Ah, that explains at last why it is an aphrodisiac. So obvious now.
And Jack's 'muddy brown' reply is adorable. :)
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Date: 2013-03-30 07:58 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading and commenting (and so quickly!). I'm happy you enjoyed. :)
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Date: 2013-03-30 06:12 pm (UTC)That aphrodisiacial aspect fits in, too. ;)
Tasty little tale!
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Date: 2013-03-30 08:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-30 06:15 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-30 08:08 pm (UTC)Mmmm... me too! I may have to think about writing something on that, still on Spring Break until Tuesday! Thank you so much for reading and commenting.
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Date: 2013-03-30 11:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-03-30 11:50 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading and commenting! Glad you enjoyed the sweet treat.