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Author: Guede Mazaka
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Horatio/Archie
Feedback: Sure. Good lines, bad ones, etc.
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Notes: For fatuorum.
Summary: Yes, we’re all fascinated with the mouth.
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Horatio held up the piece of fruit and turned it in the light, careful not to squeeze too hard. It looked positively scrumptious, but the thing had already attacked his eyes once with a squirt and he wasn’t about to trust it again till it was safely in his stomach. “I still don’t see it.”
“Here,” sighed Archie, reaching over. He popped the slice into Horatio’s mouth and then, quite unexpectedly, sent his tongue right after it.
After they’d righted the chair, Archie picked up a pocket mirror one of the girls had left on the desk. He ruffled his hair out of the way to see, then tilted it towards Horatio. “As I was saying. Pomegranate.”
“My mouth—” Then a better idea occurred to Horatio and he snagged another piece of fruit. “I rather think it matches your lips just as well. Shall we—”
Fortunately, the chair wasn’t an expensive one.
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