Ice Cream
“Can we switch?”
“No.”
“Pleeaase. Please, please, please. I made a bad decision.”
“And you want me to suffer for it?”
“Don’t you love me?”
“Don’t pull that, that doesn’t work on me.”
“Please, Moony, I’ll make it up to you.” He bashed his big, begging eyes.
“No.” It was becoming harder to say.
Sirius then sighed dejectedly, and he looked so sad and pitiful when he asked, “Can I at least have another taste?” that Remus had no choice but to give in. He was a weak man after all.
“But only if you promise it’s a just a taste.”
“I promise.”
He sighed, defeated. “Fine.”
He held out his cone of chocolate ice cream for Sirius to lick but was surprised to find that Sirius went for his mouth instead. He kissed him soundly, deeply, licking his tongue into his mouth as if to chase the leftover taste of ice cream, before pulling back and sighing, licking his own lips.
“Yummy,” he smiled, and Remus’ dizziness only vanished when he saw Sirius licking the ice cream cone in his hand – which was chocolate. At his look Sirius laughed and ran away, leaving Remus with the weird, artificial tasting choice Sirius had made.
It had all been a ploy to distract Remus from switching their cones.