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He knew he was in trouble the moment they brought dessert to the table.
Gladion swallowed thickly and tried to keep his eyes on his cake, ears red tipped and burning from the soft sounds floating across the table.
A pleased “mmm,” pure torture. And looking up was almost his downfall as Aleia bit into a chocolate and whipped cream coated strawberry with an unnecessary amount of relish, her lips stained pink, tongue peeping out of her mouth to swipe over her bottom lip. Another torturous sound of pleasure slipping out of her.
She was playing dirty, and she knew it. Was milking it for all she was worth to fluster him.
She was evil. A tease. A sinful temptation that he couldn’t get enough of and desperately wanted to kiss. To see if her lips were as sweet as her dessert. To have her hands tangled in his hair as she snuck her tongue in his mouth, strawberry sweet and worth it.
Cheeks flushing he chanced another, hopefully subtle, peek at her over the rim of his wine glass. Eyes immediately zeroing in on the dollop of whipped cream and chocolate at the corner of her mouth. He wanted to lick it away, trace the seam of her lips with his tongue, tempt her into taking responsibility for how badly she’d riled him up. Then her lips twitched into a smirk, wicked tongue flicking over them again, slowly. He’d been caught. Looking up at her had his heart pounding against his ribs when he was met with a raised brow and an absolutely evil expression.
His stomach flips when a low chuckle escapes her and she leans forward. Moving without thinking he eagerly went to meet her only to have a strawberry pressed to his lips, stopping him in his tracks. Cheeks flaring with heat at the absolutely sinful smile she was giving him.
“If you wanted one so badly you should have just asked,” Aleia says lightly, voice husky and heated and doing very bad things to him considering they were in public. The mirth on her face telling him that she knew that wasn’t what he wanted at all she just wanted him to suffer.
Whining softly he let the strawberry slip past his lips. Daring to kiss her fingertips before she pulled them away and plucked another treat from her plate.
Gladion fully resigning himself to the fact he was going to end up dead by the end of the evening. Or sooner, when she looked him dead in the eyes and licked the whipped cream from her treat, slowly. Arceus have mercy on his poor soul.