Aime's Kisses

"Hey Vulpes!" Aime called, voice as sweet as honey.

He turned, wondering what she wanted. Usually she only used this voice when she had some sort of unpleasant intent. "Yes" his satin voice responded.

Her sweet smile turned slightly sinister before she continued. "Can I ask you something?"

An odd question, usually she would just bluntly ask him, and her slightly sinister look caught him both slightly off guard and confused. He turned his head slightly, waiting for her to continue.

"Do you want a kiss?" the sickenly sweet voice continued as she stepped towards him boldly, sinisterly seductive smile on her face.

To say he was baffled would be a gross understatement. Observing her body language, he almost seemed like he wasn't going to have a choice. He could stop her, bind her, leave her to the coyotes, but would he really want to do that? As she took another step forward, he was still slightly paralyzed by the odd question. She leaned closer to him, turning his face away from her as he could feel her breath on his cheek as well as her grasping his hand in hers.

Just as he thought her lips were going to make contact with his face, anticipation within him grew. She brought his hand up in front of him as she seemed to pull something out of her pocket placing it in his hand. He could feel her smile as she backed away.

It took every ounce of her self-control not to bust out laughing as she backed away, watching him inspect the small tear-drop piece of chocolate that was wrapped in shiny foil. A puzzled expression crossed his face with slight disappointment as he read "Kisses" on a piece of thin paper that came out of the small entity. He peeled back the foil slightly as he inspected the contents, which smelled sweet and resembled what pre-war society would call chocolate.

"What's wrong?" she asked with a false innocence as she hid her amusement of the situation.

Vulpes shook his head, placing the curious object in his pocket.

"Or would you rather make out?" Her smile returned as she started whipping more of the small, shiny chocolate caltrops at him.

In all of his days, he never thought that he would be under attack by a chocolate throwing female.