going blind from this sweet sweet craving [bittle]

[eatmoreprotein]

I'm not really all that great at coming up with gifts. I always acknowledged my friends' birthdays in some way or another, whether it be treating them to a meal and a few gift cards. I knew it might have come off as impersonal, but it's all I was really capable of.

This is different, though. I don't really have the money for gift cards or a fancy expensive meal. But more than that, this is Bittle. He deserves something better. Something thoughtful. Especially if we're dating. Are we dating? I think we are, but we haven't really talked about it. Mostly my fault, I know. We should probably do that. Talk about it, that is.

An idea comes to me while I watch Bittle dance around my kitchen. Admittedly I do spend a while distracted by the frankly obscene little shorts that he's wearing coupled with the way he moves his hips, but eventually I become capable of thought. It's a small idea, maybe a dumb one, but it's the best one I've got.

Luckily, the weather is good and I have time to get everything set up. I told Bittle to meet me at a nearby restaurant, and once I'm done I go to meet him with a simple bouquet of flowers. It's a nice touch, I think. And pretty obvious. Friends don't give friends flowers, I'm pretty sure.

I'm wearing nice jeans and a blue button-down with the sleeves rolled up to the elbows, hair pushed back, and I swallow nervously. I really want this to go well. Bittle deserves that.

Once I spot him approach, I lift a hand in greeting and hold out the flowers once he's close enough. "Happy birthday, mon chou."

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[puckandpie]

"Yeah, it uh. It feels a little more intimate, I guess," I agree as he sinks the edge of his fork into the cake, cutting off a piece. I don't realize it's meant for me until he's holding it up toward me. My cheeks go warm all over again at his singular request but there's no way Jack has any idea about my deeper fantasies unless he's caught me talking in my sleep.

So I force down the flutter of butterflies in my belly and lean forward to steal the bite straight off the fork. It's a messy way to eat and I let out a quite sound as I cup a hand beneath my mouth, catching what I can of the crumbs as I start to chew. "It's good!" I tell him with a quiet laugh, licking some frosting off my bottom lip. "You're gonna have some too, right?"

[eatmoreprotein]

"Intimate," I repeat in a low voice, wholly distracted by the way his soft pink lips wrap around the fork. There's frosting at the corner of his mouth and I blink at the question, eyes going slightly dark as I look at him.

"Yeah," I say, leaning in and swiping my tongue across the corner of his mouth to lick the frosting away. "I think I might."

[puckandpie]

Something about the way Jack is staring at me is even more delicious than the cake and I swallow my bite as he leans in close, his eyes dark and hungry as he lick at the corner of my mouth.

The breath is knocked out of my lungs for a second and I turn just enough to steal a real kiss from him, tasting another hint of frosting on his tongue as I let out a quiet whimper into his mouth. My hand is resting lightly against his neck before I even realize it and my teeth catch on his bottom lip before I pull back. "No offense to the take, but you taste even better."

[eatmoreprotein]

Bittle kisses me deeply and I turn into it, moaning as I lick into his mouth. My breath catches when he bites my lip and I grin as I press our foreheads together.

"That so?" I ask, kissing him again and sliding a hand down his back. "Do I taste better than peach pie?"

[puckandpie]

Jack actually moans and it sends a spark of heat all through me. Laughing, I rest against him, thrilling just a bit when his hand smooths down my back and nodding in reply.

"You taste better than any pie I've ever had," I tell him on a sigh before tipping up for another taste. I can't say I've ever really considered doing anything all that scandalous in a public space, but I think kissing my boyfriend -- my boyfriend! -- on a beach hardly counts. It could, though. I definitely don't feel like stopping.

[eatmoreprotein]

"Now that can't be true," I tease, but the comment still makes me warm all over. For as terrible as this place can be, for all that it's taken from me, I am at least grateful for this. Here in Darrow I can sit on a beach with a man and hold him, kiss him, and not have to worry.

I can be myself here. Sure, hockey was a big part of me, but maybe I can learn who I am without it. Maybe Bits can help me. He's looking at me with those warm brown eyes, and I give him another soft kiss. "Happy birthday, Bits."

[puckandpie]

I still feel like I'm in some sort of daze, especially with the way Jack's looking at me, the way he presses yet one more soft kiss to my lips. Part of me still expects that I'll wake up at any moment and find that this has all been a dream.

I finally manage to nod, leaning in just once more to whisper a thank you against his lips.

Honestly, even this somehow is all a dream, at least it's one to remember.