ginger_veela: (Albus Severus)
[personal profile] ginger_veela
Title: Taffy Apple
Pairing: Al/Scorpius
Rating: G
Word count: 350
Notes: This pseudo-drabble is for [livejournal.com profile] museme87, who won it in a contest I devised for my f-list. She requested something with an autumn theme, possibly involving caramel (sometimes called taffy) apples. I couldn't resist this bunny once I settled on it. Hope you enjoy your prize, Hillary!

Taffy Apple

“What’s that?” I asked, pointing to the brightly-coloured sack in Al’s hand.

Al reached inside and withdrew a shiny, golden-brown orb on a stick. “Hogsmeade weekend souvenir. Victoire brought it back from Honeydukes.” He grinned. “Want to share?”

Five minutes later we sank onto the grass beneath a large maple tree, the waning sun dappling our robes with light filtered through the dark red leaves. Al watched intently as I took the first bite, crisp tart flesh and soft caramel colliding on my tongue, and licked his bottom lip. I chuckled.

“Hungry?”

“Yeah,” he murmured.

I handed the stick back to him; his hand closed on mine as he lifted the apple to his mouth. His teeth sank into the fruit, lips sliding over the sweet, viscous coating, and I couldn’t avert my eyes; I leaned over, took another bite. My cheek brushed his; I jerked away, blushing. He chuckled.

“Hungry?”

I swallowed hard. “A little,” I whispered, my face hot.

Al shifted closer to me, brought the apple to our lips. Together, we bit and chewed – his jaw moving next to mine, soft black hair grazing my temple. An insatiate desire seized me; I turned my face to his, my heart pounding, and licked a tiny rivulet of caramel from the corner of his lip. He froze.

I pulled back, afraid. Al stared at me, wide-eyed; I withdrew my hand and turned away from him.

“It was dripping down your face,” I said, my voice shaky. “Honestly, you’re such a slob sometimes.”

The silence stretched out between us. He wasn’t buying it – and I knew, in that moment, I had ruined our friendship with that one small, stupid gesture. My stomach lurched; miserably, I rose to my feet.

“We should go in,” I muttered, humiliated. “It’s getting dark.” I started to walk away.

Al grabbed my wrist.

I followed the gentle tug of his hand, dropping to my knees on the grass; I forced myself to look at him. A wide swath of caramel striped Al’s face from nose to chin, a smile playing on his glistening lips.
From:
Anonymous( )Anonymous This account has disabled anonymous posting.
OpenID( )OpenID You can comment on this post while signed in with an account from many other sites, once you have confirmed your email address. Sign in using OpenID.
User
Account name:
Password:
If you don't have an account you can create one now.
Subject:
HTML doesn't work in the subject.

Message:

 
Notice: This account is set to log the IP addresses of everyone who comments.
Links will be displayed as unclickable URLs to help prevent spam.

Profile

ginger_veela: (Default)
ginger_veela

July 2011

S M T W T F S
     12
3456789
10111213141516
17181920212223
2425262728 2930
31      

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 21st, 2017 05:54 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios