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You felt your sweet tooth giving you grief once again.
You looked to see if there were any more of Niccolo's strawberry tarts left.
Granted you'd already had two...buut..
You thought one more couldn't hurt.
After all, you were famished after today's training.
Everyone was around mingling and drinking, so you thought you might slip to the tart table mostly undetected.
Considering the chatter and various circles of discussion going on, you thought it would be pretty easy to avoid people's judging eyes.
Even if those eyes belonged to people you loved and trusted, your squad, you still didn't want them to notice how many times you visited the same table with the tantalising selection of guilt-inducing treats.
You make your way across the room keeping to the wall, to reduce sticking out and blend into the background.
You make it to the table and see that there was only one tart left.
One last strawberry cream pastry.
You quickly take hold of the sugary delight and pop it into your mouth with gusto.
Chewing on it you notice the tart had left some cream on your index finger and your thumb
Savouring the delicious blend of flaky buttery pastry and creamy strawberry goodness,, you notice a figure pull up beside you.
You turn to see who dared interrupt your pastry tasting, to see Captain Ackerman standing, facing you, staring at your mouth with almost a sullen look on his pointy face.
You saw his expression and understood immediately what he'd lost.
He wanted that.
You felt sorry for him, but soon the remanence of the taste of the pastry reminded you of how worth it nicking it was.
You gave him a smirk thinking that could quell your pity and lighten the mood with some playful rivalry, but his response to that caught you quite off guard.
Expressionless, he looked you dead in the eyes and moved his hand to yours and wrapped his slender fingers around your palm.
He brought your hand with your fingers outstretched to reach his lips.
At this point you were completely frozen. Your mind was racing, screaming, freaking out, but on the outside you looked like you froze in place with a shook look on your face.
Then he took your index and middle finger and kissed the tips.
HE KISSED THEM!??
HANG ON A MINUTE-
He lightly brushed your fingers across his lips and took them in, sliding his tongue across, around and between them, licking off all the excess cream left on your fingers.
At the feeling of his warm and wet tongue between your fingers your face quickly flushed a deep red and your thoughts weren't anything except very lewd mixed with freaking tf out because he was just doing this nonchalantly with circa 20 other people in the room.
After about 10 excruciatingly long seconds of this exciting yet torturous gesture, he took them out with a gentle kissing *pop* and turned his attention to your thumb.
You noticed the cream still stuck to it.
'O-oh' You thought.
He took your thumb in his mouth, sucking and licking a few times before retracting it with a satisfying *pop* sound and dropping your hand to your side.
You watched him in total shock waiting for any semblance of reason or,, just- anything.
He gave you a plain look followed by smirk that nearly knocked you dead and said softly:
"That's the price you pay for taking my pastry."
And with that he walked off back to join Hange and some members of your squad in their ongoing conversation.
And with your face still as red as a tomato, you mumble..
"A-a price definitely worth paying, Captain…"