#cansizlar

He's never had much a sweet tooth, but her loud, quiet gestures, honeyed up and plucked darling from her soppy heart? Well, he supposes, wrinkling his nose up: this can’t be so bad a way to rot his bones out. Cường thumbs off the icing. The air between them wisps ashy with candle smoke and swallowed wishes, kind ones corked secret in his throat, and it plunges the room in some gauzy, dream-like shimmer. Floaty, he rewords, in some mirror of butterflies; they're batting in his chest as her writing comes to view. Hm. Old. Too used to silly little birthdays, too grown, and yet, despite that– “I see. You're a brat,” Cường says, unimpressed by her gift. She's aspiring for comedian. Her mouth curves devious, pleasantly blushed in the apples of her cheeks, and he reaches over, palming her dainty fingers and the cream to the table. Anyway. "Then I'm jaded, you mean to tell me. Older. And maybe I am. And how, I wonder, will you help me feel young again? Better?" Any hints? His staring burrows. It's whimsical or it should be in this cradle of birthday-bash decore, but that deep, promising, and oh so great wonder– No. He pulls her by the thin of her wrist bone, and he pointedly, devastatingly sucks her finger. It's good, the sugar. Uh huh. "Your other gift. Show me."

“Of course sweet like me,” Cường agrees, focus just as comically unyielding. It’s a showdown, or no! A war. His fingers unfurl. Riku slips his frothy cup away, berry-swirled and flecked with peppering vanilla grinds, and indulges in another long, scurrying sip. His expression’s blasé. Those fingers tap, tap, unimpressed, kissed with the tart of honey-fat fruits, and as she tiredly sips her fill-- “And do you crave me as much as you crave them?” Oh, good. She can choke on that. It’s an innocent question, though, with its endless possonilities--like his syrupy-sweet words, right?--as he casually nabs it back. “They say you should have your cravings in doses. I should leave then, shouldn’t I?” Maybe. You’re spoiled.

Dim-lighted ambience gleams yellow highlights over the glass of wine Tobio loosely holds, quiet and composed as he sits across the pub’s counter. He wears a bold, black suit tailored to custom fit, its high quality displaying class and wealth that rivals the swarm of successful businessmen surrounding him. Impeccable decorum contrasts, however, with the critical and investigative glint in his ocean-like hues as it finds itself focused solely on his target for the night: Matsui Shizuka.

He knows what it’s like to hunger. He’s felt the stirring in his gut often times before, and in his heart, more so, where its singing trills wildly. He’s hungered for the summer and the niggling taste of sea salt. He’d yearned for the dusktime with its skies mottled peach, grapefruity and gold. And when Jamie bows herself, there’s oceans roiling in his skull, and he remembers craving direly the soothing tide: there, frothing at his ankles, seashells on the shoreline like sapphire dust. He allows her to take her fill. He dares against the rip. She’s swallowing and hungering all swell-like, and the tenderness of touch--god, it’s a novelty she needs to learn. Savor. Get a taste of. Understandably, Cường gets it. Their feet shuffle about on his kitchen flooring, soaked, still, with the last dredges of afternoon light, before her back at last meets the edge of his counter with its ceramics and foiled up dinners. Bracketing her close, her lips trace his swallow, and a dozen or two whispers lay bottled where it jump, jump, jumps. Screams. He grumbles, and that weeping heart of his, that drinking pulse of hers-- “Jamie,” he broaches, voice shuddering in the quaint. She looks up. A mistake. He dips his head, and mouth feathering her own, wonders, “Can I kiss you now?” May I? May I kiss you like I’d imagined in the day and night? Maybe her breath leaves shaky; he can't say. But he dips back in and he captures her waiting mouth, and he tastes of his oranges and his walks in the sun. And her like sea. Drowning. He thumbs beneath her ear, and a shattered sound leaves them. 

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