Wanna Lick Your Ice Cream

Sweety and Casey craved something cool and slick. They bought each other cones. The first taste hit creamy and wet, soft against the tongue. Licks grew longer, slower, chasing that drip before it slipped too far down. The cold slid lower, warming as it spread, leaving trails Sweetly followed with open mouths. They circled ridges and dipped into each dip, pressing harder when the sugar began to give. Melted cream spilled along chins and knuckles, and neither wiped it away. Tongues chased it into every crease until the cones cracked between teeth, sticky shards swallowed with what was left. All that sweetness slid down, thick and heavy, leaving them flushed and grinning like cats with cream still on their lips.