by Jan
Author's notes: Totally pointless and plotless. But I do hope to make D smile.
Trowa closed the refrigerator door. "I'm hungry."
Quatre slurped long. "Wanna … bite?" Affecting an enticing air, he presented his partially eaten pear to Trowa; blue eyes sparkled with alluring mischief.
"Tease." He pulled Quatre flush to him. "Just a small one," and pressed his lips lightly to the blonde's.
Trowa sampled the taste of the pear. The chaste kiss turned heated. He took long suggestive licks at the sticky juice around Quatre's lips; delving into his mouth.
"Mmmmm…sweet." Trowa licked his own lips.
Quatre smiled seductively, rubbing against Trowa. "Want another?"
"Sure." Trowa grabbed the pear and walked off.