Pick Your Poison, Wednesday

[myownface]

Sparkle was in a pretty good mood today at work, which was nice. There was actual stock - the Lush products seemed to be moving well, and damn right he had himself a good laugh at the eggplant and peach bath bombs they were selling. Because Sparkle was apparently twelve, but that was fine, because apparently the Lush marketing crew were, too.

And to top it off, there was rocking 80s music playing when he came in, so he was pretty much in the mood to throw himself into working immediately.

... Which was good, because really, when you worked in a place that sold bath and beauty products, the week before Valentine's day was busy.

[OOC: Sparkle's soundtrack is my soundtrack, yes.]

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[hernando_fuentes]

It was busy and Hernando didn't care. He walked in and wove himself deftly through the customers and managed to wait until there was a free moment that Sparkle was not ringing someone up or answering a question.

Stepped around the counter and up to Sparkle. Before so much as a greeting could be uttered, Hernando had cupped his face and brought their mouths together.

He was not blurting out anything in English, no. He was, in fact, saying nothing with words at all. Letting the kiss speak for him. It was not the heated and devouring kisses they so often indulged in. It was slow and soft, sensual instead of sexual. Lengthy, gentle movements of lips against those perfect, perfect lips and a soft and shallow sweep of tongue that was simply further tantalizing connection instead of an attempt at arousal.

Hernando did not speak. Not a word. He let the kiss be a statement; perhaps a very loud one.

Je t'adore.

This time, he wanted no misunderstanding. Wanted to make sure Sparkle knew what he was saying.

When he finally parted from the kiss, Hernando nuzzled the end of Sparkle's nose. Held his gaze and smiled at him like a promise.

And then?

He walked back out in the silence with which he'd arrived.

[myownface]

Sparkle stood there with his mouth slightly agape as he stared at the door that Hernando had left through.

He licked his lips. He blinked. He tilted his head a bit, not sure if he wanted to purr or swoon.

"... What brought that on?"

He stared for another long moment more before shaking his head and grinning.

"And can that be a regular thing? Damn."