I'm a little dizzy from the heat. It's bad, but not too bad. Not something I feel like I can't live through. He's such an ass, feeding me something like that before dinner. But I think that's why I like him. He's not really treating me like a kid, he's treating me like a brother. Sure, maybe a little brother, but it's not a bad feeling and...
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....oh.
Lips against mine, a clumsy kiss, but he's pressing something cold into my mouth that brings an instant burst of relief. I can feel his tongue briefly, past the heat and cold, and it's not an entirely bad thing. It makes sparks dance down my spine.
I, somewhat reluctantly, pull away, just so I can get the ice cube to all the affected areas of my mouth. Not keeping it anywhere too long. I swirl it around until it's small enough to swallow, which I do.
Then I look at him, my cheeks still red from the heat, my smirk firmly in place, and I smack him upside the head. "Bastard." It's said with as much affection as I can muster with my throat still raw.
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....oh.
Lips against mine, a clumsy kiss, but he's pressing something cold into my mouth that brings an instant burst of relief. I can feel his tongue briefly, past the heat and cold, and it's not an entirely bad thing. It makes sparks dance down my spine.
I, somewhat reluctantly, pull away, just so I can get the ice cube to all the affected areas of my mouth. Not keeping it anywhere too long. I swirl it around until it's small enough to swallow, which I do.
Then I look at him, my cheeks still red from the heat, my smirk firmly in place, and I smack him upside the head. "Bastard." It's said with as much affection as I can muster with my throat still raw.