Drabble: Taffy Apple (Al/Scorpius, G)
Aug. 13th, 2010 01:40 amTitle: Taffy Apple
Pairing: Al/Scorpius
Rating: G
Word count: 350
Notes: This pseudo-drabble is for
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!
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.
Pairing: Al/Scorpius
Rating: G
Word count: 350
Notes: This pseudo-drabble is for
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.
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Date: 2010-08-13 12:15 pm (UTC)I also like the fact that you were listening to the Archies, :)
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Date: 2010-08-13 01:34 pm (UTC)And yeah, that song is sort of perfect for this fic, I think. ;-)
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Date: 2010-08-14 04:53 am (UTC)Carmel covered apples are one of my favorite things about the fall. Very autumnal!
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Date: 2010-08-14 11:18 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-08-15 03:43 pm (UTC)(And, lol, who knew youcould do innocent?!)
But, of course, you do it BRILLIANTLY. Usually I need porn, but your descriptive writing is so good, I could take a lot of these.
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Date: 2010-08-15 05:14 pm (UTC)re: I've been re-reading certain chapters from TWBU
Date: 2010-08-16 06:12 am (UTC)But then again, perhaps the porn does make up for it a little? I hope so!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaanyway, I really did enjoy this little bitsy. Truly (and I can't believe I'm saying this) I wouldn't mind additiona, sweet non-porn AS/S from you.
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Date: 2010-08-16 03:04 pm (UTC)Er, will unsweetened porn with a big helping of angst do? (I'm writing "Running Up That Hill," the first sequel to On A Night Like This.)
Re: Er, will unsweetened porn with a big helping of angst do?
Date: 2010-08-16 05:46 pm (UTC)*izkindabeyondexcited*
*reallyrathercrazy*
*willprobablydieofanticipation*
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Date: 2010-08-16 05:58 pm (UTC)Re: It's pretty dark, though, and probably won't be to everyone's liking.
Date: 2010-08-17 04:20 pm (UTC)AND.I.CAN'T.WAIT.
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