THE FIVE SENSES OF CHRISTMAS

THE TASTES OF CHRISTMAS

"You want some?" Buck asks and lifts his fork in Eddie's direction.

It's instinct, really, nothing he actively thinks about when he opens his mouth and bites into the brown mass sticking to Buck's fork. The chocolate is melting on his tongue, sweet and soft. Eddie wants to ask for more until his brain catches up.

"Is that fudge?"

Buck grins.

"You eat fudge with a fork?"

Buck's brows furrow in confusion and it's cute. Eddie stifles a laugh.

He feels like Buck would follow this up with a remark of his own if the waiter hadn't interrupted them by bringing Eddie's mug. If he were at home he would've put more marshmallows than he got but it's still enough to melt into the cocoa and alter the taste. There's a hint of cinnamon too. After taking a few sips of his own, he dutifully slides it over to Buck. It's only fair after Buck shared his own with him.

"Mhm," Buck sighs, "it really is good."

"Don't finish my drink. Leave some for me."

Buck turns to him with a twinkle in his eyes.

But Eddie doesn't get to hear what he meant to say, for Chris appears on his other side with a question on his lips.

"I forgot my bag in the car."

Ok, it's not exactly a question, but Eddie still hears it loud and clear.

"I'll get it for you, mijo," he says, already reaching for his coat.

"I'm coming with you," Buck joins in and sure enough, he follows Eddie when he excuses himself from the table and soon the two of them find themselves outside of the bar.