Fruit of Temptation

Title: Fruit of Temptation.
Author/Authoress: Shaded Mazoku.
Disclaimer: Not mine at all. They’re Squeenix’. I just borrow them.
Theme/Challenge: #080: Fruit, nut or berry.
Fandom: Chrono Trigger.
Pairing: Magus/Flea.
Rating: PG-13 for suggestiveness and naughty Mystics.
Notes:

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Magus had to wonder how Flea could turn something as straightforward and simple as eating fruit into borderline sexual harassment. It shouldn’t be at all possible, but he managed. If it had been a banana, or even a cucumber, though that wasn’t a fruit, he would have understood it.

Flea had to defy logic, though, and was currently draped artfully on a table in the study, carefully posing to look like he had just randomly dropped down on the table. He was holding an apple in one hand, the crimson color of it almost the same hue as the color of his nails. Every now and then, he’d look over at Magus and take a bite out of the apple, the pink tip of his tongue briefly visible against the red surface.

He would then proceed to lick the juice off his fingers with small, calculated swipes of his tongue, his eyes partially closed to give him an appearance of doing something completely different. And once he had one hand clean, he’d transfer the apple to his other hand and start all over again.

It was pointless, a waste of time and a very unwanted distraction. Magus was trying to work, but Flea was constantly there, in the corner of his eye, doing that, and it was frustrating as Hell. Magus was very tempted to go over there and pin Flea to the table to make him hold still. He couldn’t tell whether he wanted to hurt him or jump him, though, and it was making him incredibly grumpy.

With a small growl in the back of his throat, he turned back to his book, forcing himself to not look at Flea and to not think about the interesting images his mind conjured up when he did look.

On the table, Flea lazily rolled onto his back, giggling softly as he picked up another apple from the basket.