My tongue flicked across my dry lips and my eyes glanced nervously to the side.
"Are-" he started, voice husky. "Are you sure you want to do this?"
I squeezed my eyes shut, ready for the guaranteed pain. "Yeah," I answered, voice cracking. "Just-just do it."
He grinned, "Okay." He held out the small teaspoon of wasabi and shoved it into my mouth.
"Augh!" I stuck my tongue out in disgust, jumping up and down frantically. "GET IT OUT! GET IT OUT!"
He cackled evilly, sprinting off in the opposite direction - towards the living room.
"Jace!" I yelled out, running after him. "YOU'RE GOING DOWN!"
"Hahahaha! You have to catch me first, Spency Wency!" He laughed, throwing himself over the couch.
I jumped, tackling him. "Bwahahaha! You're mine now, bi-atch!" I giggled, straddling his waist.
Jace pouted, reaching up to tug on a piece of my hair; giving me doe eyes, his big, brown eyes innocently looking up at me.
"But-" he sniffled, "I thought you were my bitch."
I paused, not-so-innocently rubbing myself on his crotch, mouth twitching into a smirk.
"Well," I grinned. "It really does depend on who's on top at the time," I stated as a matter-of-factly.
He frowned, absorbing in this new information. "Touché."
I stuck my tongue out at him cheekily, giving him a very suggestive wink.
His mouth suddenly collided onto mine, the familiar taste of strawberries filling my mouth, his hands pulling at my shirt. I responded, lips moving in sync with his, hands sliding up under his black t-shirt.
I soon found myself on the bottom, back against the cream white carpet. I panted, "You mother fucking bastard, you planned that, didn't you?"
He grinned. "So what if did?"
I responded, giving him a chaste kiss. "Well," I replied arrogantly. "You'd better finish it then, shouldn't you?"
Whipped cream, I figured out later on that night, has more than one use.