||[Sep. 26th, 2005|01:08 am]
And then there was Pie. And it was good.
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Hope it's okay to post this here. It's not pie exactly, but it is a yummy fruity dessert!
Title (for lack of better): Corrupting Crumble
Rating: PG-13 for dirty talk and a little groping and snogging and food porn
Notes: What can I say, my mum made crumble for dessert. And I have a dirty mind.
About a month after they left port, when all the fresh supplies were gone, Archie always started talking about food. As they undressed for bed together after their fourth dinner of hardtack, salt pork, and dried peas, Horatio anticipated to what subject their conversation would turn.
"Horatio," Archie said idly, dropping his shirt on the deck, "have you ever wondered what it would be like to fall asleep inside an apple crumble? With pears and peaches and damson plums?"
Horatio looked at him blankly.
"Just think, it would be all warm and squishy and sweet..." Archie's voice was rapturous, making Horatio think of things other than nourishment.
"Like your mouth," he thought aloud, his gaze riveted on that delectable morsel. Archie smirked.
"Like your cock," he said.
Horatio squawked indignantly.
"It's not squishy!"
"Not when I do this..."
Archie's arm wrapped suddenly around Horatio's waist, his other hand fondling Horatio through his breeches. Horatio flailed, trying to escape from the temptation to do more than would really be wise on board ship.
"About that crumble," Archie continued, his lips brushing Horatio's ear, "I coud smear it all over you... and lick it off..." He demonstrated with a tongue in Horatio's ear, and Horatio shivered, not meaning to return the embrace but grasping at Archie for support.
The idea was disturbingly appealing. He could imagine the stickiness of the fruit against his skin, the slightly abrasive crispness of the topping, that enticing tongue trailing over ever inch of his body... Archie was still touching him, and Horatio realised that he was leaning into the gentle friction, smiling blissfully. Unable to resist, he pulled Arche into an open-mouthed kiss, feeling the muscles of Archie's bare back rippling under his hands.
"You taste of salt pork," Archie said, grimacing, as their lips separated.
"I'm sorry." Horatio grinned playfully. "But that's the way the crumble crumbles!"
Archie laughed, more at him than at the joke.
"You're very silly, dear. But don't worry, I love you anyway."
Horatio looked away, embarassed to speak of love so flippantly, but Archie sought his mouth again, and he soon forgot any bashfulness.
As they fell asleep some time later, in their respective cots, Horatio murmured,
"I promise you, Archie, the next time we're on shore leave I will find you the best crumble that money can buy."
He could feel the warmth of Archie's smile across the dark cabin.
"And I promise to share it with you," Archie replied.