It's ten minutes past midnight and you're on the kitchen island swaying your feet and humming in happiness while your fiance, Cloriss spoon feeds you with vanilla ice cream.

He feeds you another scoop, but the sight of your lips pressing on the cold metalic spoon as you licked it clean twisted a sudden urge in him. "I can't believe I'm getting jealous of a spoon."

Without hesitation, he takes a small amount of ice cream and places it on top of his tongue and sticks it out for you to lick like what you did with the spoon.