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Chocolate Bodie

 

by The Hag

  **or

 "Hasn't That Woman Anything Better To Do On A Monday?"**

*(Inspired by various postings about sqicks and kinks on the CI5
discussion list)*


"Tied my left ankle too tight," Bodie complained.

"Shut up moanin'." Doyle peered into the melting mass in the double
boiler. "Don't thrash about like that, you'll 'ave the chair over. Wanted
bondage, didn't you?"

"Didn't want gangrene. Is it ready yet?"

"Think so." Doyle set the top half of the double boiler on the kitchen
table and eyed his naked partner with amusement. "Ready for
interrogation?"

He spooned up a dollop of chocolate and carefully transferred it to
Bodie's left nipple.

"Ouch!" Bodie's eyes widened.

"Supposed to be hot. Melted wax would've been hot, but you couldn't wait
and do it properly, could you?" He trickled a second spoonful over the
right nipple.

"Ow!"

Doyle dipped a finger into the chocolate. "Not that hot." He dabbed at the
tip of Bodie's nose, then at his chin, and watched the contortions of his
tongue. "Nice gargoyle effect, sunshine. Get the eyes a bit more crossed
and we'll ship you off to Notre Dame."

Bodie gave up. "My ankle, Ray!"

"Sissy." Doyle picked up the container and knelt on the floor. "There,
that better?"

"Ta." Bodie wriggled his foot. "Pins and needles."

"Try that next time. Ready to get your naughty bits done? I take it that
means 'yes'." Abandoning the spoon, he dipped his hand in the cooling mass
and started a slow, sensual slathering. "Looks very coarse, y'know."

"Feels lovely." Bodie sighed.

"Now," Doyle said briskly, "if I untie you, are you supple enough to lick
it off?"

"Me?"

"Don't think I'm goin' to, do you?" Doyle stood up with a fastidious
sniff. "Much too sweet and unhealthy."

"Come on, Ray ... just a little bit? And if you put what's on your hand on
your --"

"All this soddin' kinky stuff," Doyle sighed. "Well, if I do, will you
wear the eyepatch and skull-and-crossbones hat tonight?"

"Yeah, all right, but I'm not having that stuffed parrot in bed this time.
Anson wants it back, you know--his auntie's doing her nut."

"Won it fair and square at Stacey's Halloween hoolie," Doyle said
stubbornly. He wiped the chocolate off his hand in the manner requested.

"There's some whipped cream in the fridge," Bodie suggested hopefully,
pushing his luck.

"You'll get all the cream you can handle," Doyle promised. "All these
cravings -- not pregnant, are you?"

"Have to marry me if I am," Bodie said. "Call it George, all right?"

"Only if it's a girl," Doyle answered, and started to undo the bonds.

-- THE END --

*February 8, 1999*

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