13 days of X-mas. Day Five.
Dec. 29th, 2007 02:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
actionreactionAnd yes, this is actually referring to the Knave of Hearts and the White Rabbit.
Rabbit was testing new recipes. The little man was currently in his kitchen whipping up a dessert he hadn't tried before, some things he'd thought up involving apples, cinnamon, vanilla, and a host of whipped cream topping. He was bustling about, mixing up the batter, which meant his rear end was wiggling in little circles as he stirred. And that meant Knave was watching, fixated on the almost hypnotic movement of Rabbit's round posterior.
It never lasted long when Knave was staring that way. He'd inevitably come up behind the smaller man and his large hands would spread from Rabbit's waist down over that gyrating rear, earning a clatter of spoons and a squeak from a very startled Rabbit. Knave tried his best not to interrupt the cooking process - he was almost as interested in Rabbit's sweets as Rabbit himself.
It wasn't as difficult today. Today Rabbit kept calling Knave over every few minutes to taste the several things he was making during its various stages. After the first taste, Knave stopped using spoons. Instead, he took Rabbit's hand at the wrist, and dipped one of his pale fingers into the batter. He expected both the squeak of protest and the wriggling as Rabbit tried in vain to withdraw his hand, but he ignored it. Instead, he deliberately brought the pale digit to his mouth, licking the uncooked batter off.
The protests faded to a hummed sound of pleasure as Knave's lips and tongue sucked every last bit of batter from Rabbit's fingers, and then some. By the time everything went into the oven to bake, Rabbit was pink and flushed and not at all hesitant as Knave tugged him into his lap. There was still the whipped cream left to taste, and Knave knew exactly where he planned on tasting it from.
Rabbit was testing new recipes. The little man was currently in his kitchen whipping up a dessert he hadn't tried before, some things he'd thought up involving apples, cinnamon, vanilla, and a host of whipped cream topping. He was bustling about, mixing up the batter, which meant his rear end was wiggling in little circles as he stirred. And that meant Knave was watching, fixated on the almost hypnotic movement of Rabbit's round posterior.
It never lasted long when Knave was staring that way. He'd inevitably come up behind the smaller man and his large hands would spread from Rabbit's waist down over that gyrating rear, earning a clatter of spoons and a squeak from a very startled Rabbit. Knave tried his best not to interrupt the cooking process - he was almost as interested in Rabbit's sweets as Rabbit himself.
It wasn't as difficult today. Today Rabbit kept calling Knave over every few minutes to taste the several things he was making during its various stages. After the first taste, Knave stopped using spoons. Instead, he took Rabbit's hand at the wrist, and dipped one of his pale fingers into the batter. He expected both the squeak of protest and the wriggling as Rabbit tried in vain to withdraw his hand, but he ignored it. Instead, he deliberately brought the pale digit to his mouth, licking the uncooked batter off.
The protests faded to a hummed sound of pleasure as Knave's lips and tongue sucked every last bit of batter from Rabbit's fingers, and then some. By the time everything went into the oven to bake, Rabbit was pink and flushed and not at all hesitant as Knave tugged him into his lap. There was still the whipped cream left to taste, and Knave knew exactly where he planned on tasting it from.