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Boyfriend and Girlfriend sat in the worn booth of a slightly run-down three-star restaurant. For once they sat across from one another rather than right next to each-other like they usually did.
Though they still couldn’t resist holding hands underneath the table. Girlfriend blushing heavily as she rested her head on her hand which was propped up by her arm on the table, smiling widely and affectionately at her partner.
The other returned the look with a smirk of his own filled with nothing but immeasurable love for Girlfriend. All the while his other hand picked deftly at the exposed foam of the booth’s cushioning.
They had already ordered. A single strawberry milkshake sat in the middle of the sticky table housing two colorful straws, a mountain of whipped cream spilling over the edge of the glass and a single maraschino cherry placed precariously on top.
Now they were just waiting on their food.
Boyfriend leaned forward, taking a sip of the milkshake through the straw. Gulping a considerable amount down before silently offering Girlfriend a chance to have some rather than downing the whole thing himself.
She let out a quiet squeal and leaned far on the table to take a sip from her own straw on the other side. As she drank, Boyfriend joined back in, the two of them watching the other’s face slowly get revealed as the whipped cream sank further down into the cup until the entire thing was gone.
Girlfriend leaned back letting out a contented sigh as she straightened her dress out and pressed her feet against Boyfriend’s under the table.
Boyfriend himself was busy trying to fish the cherry out of the bottom of the cup. Tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on the task.
By the time he managed to get it dislodged, his fingers were covered in the sweet white foam as well. He held up the cherry with a triumphant smile, offering it to Girlfriend with a short questioning string of ‘beeps’ and ‘boops’.
Girlfriend kicked her feet slightly and leaned forward once more, wrapping her lips around Boyfriend’s outstretched hand, downing the cherry and excess whipped cream in one fell swoop. “Aweh! Thanks babe!” She exclaimed as she swallowed the cherry – stem and all. Boyfriend offered her a sly grin.
Girlfriend sat back down in her seat, now swinging her feet back and forth and resting her head on both of her hands, staring dreamily at Boyfriend who gave her similar love-struck eyes back.
Across the restaurant, a waiter was approaching them quickly, a hot, steaming plate of spaghetti sat on the black platter.
As he got to Boyfriend and Girlfriend’s booth, he set the plate down, leaving without any further interaction other than a swift nod, holding the now-empty tray under his arm as he walked back into the kitchen to continue his work.
Now, between the two – where the milkshake had been just a moment ago – sat the plate of spaghetti. Long, thick noodles drenched in slightly watery red sauce and topped with a few scrawny looking meatballs.
Despite the pitiful display, the duo in the booth found themselves both salivating at the sight and smell. Boyfriend ran his tongue over his lips as he grabbed a fork quickly, letting the other utensils fall and clatter to the floor carelessly.
He delved into the pasta, twining a large portion of the noodles onto the prongs of the fork before stabbing one of the meatballs for good measure, slurping all of it off of the fork quickly, red sauce spreading around his lips.
He went in for another bite and Girlfriend followed suite, taking her own chunk of the pasta and a select meatball. Savoring the flavor as it hit her tongue. It wasn’t the best tasting thing in the world. Slightly bland and the pasta sauce in particular was far more tomato-y than the usual she had, but she was filled with warmth nonetheless at the prospect of sharing a meal with Boyfriend.
The two were starting to get full after a bit and went in for their last bite, only a few noodles and a meatball left, which Boyfriend promptly rolled towards Girlfriend with his fork. To which she graciously accepted and swallowed it whole as she had done with the cherry before.
Boyfriend and Girlfriend slurped down the last of the noodles, one going on for a bit longer than expected and before he knew it, Boyfriend felt his lips press against Girlfriend’s. He opened his eyes and stared into hers, which were shining like diamonds.
Girlfriend pulled away for a moment swallowing the noodle – sauce flying everywhere – before turning back to Boyfriend and lunging herself halfway across the table and pressing a kiss against his lips. Boyfriend returned the favor, wrapping his hands around her back and pulling her into his side of the booth. She lay across the table, her tongue darting out, lewdly licking the sauce from around Boyfriend’s lips and replacing it with her saliva instead.
Boyfriend moaned into her parted lips before slipping his tongue inside her mouth and dragging her fully on top of him as he fell into a laying position.
She arched her back, ass in the air as she pressed her tongue against his, letting out small moans of her own as both of their hands ran over each other’s backs wildly.
Boyfriend’s fork clattered to the floor, the last of the spaghetti forgotten or simply disregarded like the surrounding disgusted patrons who were starting to flag down staff to make complaints.
Not that it mattered to Boyfriend, all background noise compared to the feeling of Girlfriend’s tongue between his teeth.