I believe you're capable of writing anything you set your mind to, but something about this prompt seems made for you. You've certainly done something very special with it.
From his vantage point, concealed behind a heavily decorated tree, decked in the theme of sugarplums and candies, Dominic sips his white hot chocolate and takes in the scene that is unfolding before his eyes.
White hot chocolate? Colour me intrigued. Love the little descriptions of the Christmas fair, as I am a sucker for such things and would attend one every day leading up to Christmas if I could.
It’s not exactly stalking… it’s more like surveillance.
Sure Dom. I believe you.
It would appear that Mister Kisser is, indeed, an equal opportunity kisser when it comes to the sexes... at least for charity's sake.
How magnanimous of him.
"You know, you taste like one of those peppermint brownies that the girls' choir is selling around the corner," Mister Kisser comments, eyes narrowing as he licks his lips.
"How's that working out for you?" Dominic shoots back, thoroughly enjoying the banter he and Mister Kisser have been sharing tonight. He wishes that he'd had the courage to approach him sooner.
"I love those brownies, so believe me, it's all good. In fact, I take my sweets very, very seriously."
"What about candy apples? Are you a fan?"
"There's only one way to find out."
Dominic grins as he heads to the candy apple stand, leaving Mister Kisser shaking his head, his cheeks flushed.
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Date: 2013-12-26 11:21 am (UTC)From his vantage point, concealed behind a heavily decorated tree, decked in the theme of sugarplums and candies, Dominic sips his white hot chocolate and takes in the scene that is unfolding before his eyes.
White hot chocolate? Colour me intrigued. Love the little descriptions of the Christmas fair, as I am a sucker for such things and would attend one every day leading up to Christmas if I could.
It’s not exactly stalking… it’s more like surveillance.
Sure Dom. I believe you.
It would appear that Mister Kisser is, indeed, an equal opportunity kisser when it comes to the sexes... at least for charity's sake.
How magnanimous of him.
"You know, you taste like one of those peppermint brownies that the girls' choir is selling around the corner," Mister Kisser comments, eyes narrowing as he licks his lips.
"How's that working out for you?" Dominic shoots back, thoroughly enjoying the banter he and Mister Kisser have been sharing tonight. He wishes that he'd had the courage to approach him sooner.
"I love those brownies, so believe me, it's all good. In fact, I take my sweets very, very seriously."
"What about candy apples? Are you a fan?"
"There's only one way to find out."
Dominic grins as he heads to the candy apple stand, leaving Mister Kisser shaking his head, his cheeks flushed.
They're so sweet they're giving me a toothache!
Loved this, D. It's like reading a warm hug.
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