Feb. 6th, 2013

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Here, have another from my [livejournal.com profile] bb_shousetsu story.

"Have you ever had ginger liqueur? I prefer Domaine de Canton. Mix it with Bourbon and a splash of lemon. It's called a Gold Rush. It's a little strong for me like that though, so I add a little club soda, top it with a cherry. I call it Fool's Gold."

"That sounds delicious," I respond sincerely. "I've never had the opportunity to try ginger liqueur before."

"I'll bring you one," Kana offers.

"Later," I reply. "I'd rather you didn't get up."

"Good. I didn't feel like moving either," Kana says and takes my hand, resting it on his thigh. His skin is warm, soft, and insanely distracting. I swallow hard and my voice is rougher than I'd like when I say, "You sure you're not just trying to make him jealous?"

Kana laughs again and leans in close again. His honeyed scent fills my nostrils and I know he can't miss my reaction, not the way he's in my lap. "I promise you, that's not what I'm doing," he whispers huskily. His mouth is so close to my ear that his lips brush it on the word 'promise' and his tongue grazes the shell of my ear when he's finished speaking. My hand goes tight on his thigh and he's the one who sucks in his breath.

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