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“Alright, that’s it. 30 minutes and it’s brownie time,” I said, turning the egg timer to match and turning to my eager boyfriend ready to answer the question I knew was coming.
“So can I lick the-” This would make the 8th time he’d asked me that.
“Yes, you can lick the spoon now.”
Lucky for him, giving him whatever he wants also happens to make me happy. I leaned on his kitchen counter, offering him the spoon which he eagerly grabbed.
One long lick up the back of the spoon.
“Mmmmmmmmmhhh it’s so good!”
“If you like that, you’ll love them when they’re actually done then.”
I liked him enough to give up on ‘Baker’s Dibs’ but he already cleaned most of the bowl, so he can’t have all of this too. I grabbed the spoon back and took a lick myself. Thick, creamy and chocolatey. Using real chocolate in this beats that horrid powdered garbage they sell at Linda’s bakery any day of the week.
A wounded “Hey.” broke me out of my thoughts mid eye-roll. I shot him a puzzled expression so he piped up again.
“I was using that.” I offered it over again, it wasn’t like I was planning on taking it all anyway.
“But… you licked it.”
Now I’m even more puzzled. We’ve swapped bodily fluids quite a few times already, why the hesitation now?
“Why is that a problem? We kiss all the time.”
His brow furrowed, “That’s not the same thing, that’s like… romantic and stuff?”
I guess this was another case of Dave still getting used to having a boyfriend. We’ve both had these moments of ‘Oh, right, this is my life now’ and having to readjust what we think is normal to suit.
“You know, you weren’t nearly this hesitant to give me a taste back during our first time.” A little more perspective should catch him up to speed.
A surprised expression from him but not a word as he thought it over for a second. It was funny watching him shift through stages of thought with each new expression. But finally he surrendered, reaching out slowly for the spoon I was still offering.
“Okay, maybe you have a point,” He took it, still hesitating, before continuing to consume brownie batter.
I watched quietly as he coiled his tongue and pursed his lips around the handle and it stirred something in me. Being here with my best friend, now boyfriend, enjoying a calm afternoon like this gave me a lightness in my chest I’d never felt before that vacation. Knowing that I could spend so many more days like this, being around him as much as I wanted, keeping no secrets, bringing more smiles to his face. He was my treasure, and he was all mine.
“What?” He noticed me doting over him. I blushed a bit, trying to hide my face by looking away while I came up with something. If I wanted him, I could just have him right? He’s mine now.
“Don’t hog it,” I snatched the spoon out of his hand again.
I took another taste of the batter as he huffed. Making special effort to taste near what he licked before I spoke.
“When I gave you the spoon, did you… taste me on it?” I pressed my tongue up into the bowl of the spoon, getting a large dose of batter on my tongue .
“Not really, I guess? I was probably just overreacting.”
“Do you want to?” I left my mouth hanging open at that, chocolatey goodness sat on my tongue waiting for his answer. His face flashed to confusion, then he thought it over for only about a second.
A blushy “Yeah.” confirmed it as he stepped up to me and I did the same. My hands quickly made it to the small of his back as his came under mine.
Our eyes closed, our lips locked and our tongues came out to play. We might have had a hard time falling into the boyfriend routine but even from our first kiss, this little ritual just came naturally, everything about it felt right. Like it was meant to be.
Of course what wasn’t natural was the huge glob of chocolate and flour between us. I shared it and he eagerly accepted. Though I could tell it was a weird new sensation for him, eyes opening and making weird faces on mine. Muffled giggles slipped out of me at the display and he responded in kind as we watered down the sugary goop and spread it across our tongues.
We pulled away from each other, my hand coming up to catch a strand of drool and dough left between us fueling us into a giggling fit.
He recovered first, “Okay, that was pretty gross.”
“But the good kind of gross, right?” He giggled again and replied with a yeah.
Handing him the mostly de-battered spoon, “So think we can sneak another dungeon run in before I have to come get the brownies out?”
His eyes rolled off to the right while he was mid-lick. “We maybe could…”
The long trail made it easy to follow his thoughts. “Do you want to kiss me more, Treasure?”
He swallowed the last of the batter. “Mhm. With less chocolate this time.”
Well, if he was all mine then it was only fair I was all his. And lucky for him, giving him whatever he wants still makes me happy.