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"Hm, what?" she asked, she was still dazed with pleasure.

"Your skin," he said, "It tastes sweet. I wonder why."

"You are delusional from too much sleep," said Siana, "How can flesh taste sweet?" Salty maybe, but sweet? She didn't say that aloud. Alan was still talking from between her chest. She could still feel his hot breath on her breast, and it tickled her.

"You are doing this on purpose to make me feel embarrassed, aren't you?" she asked, glaring at him.

"No," he said and smiled. "I am serious. You taste sweet."

"You really are a piece of—" Her face burned as she looked down at him.

"You don't believe me," he said, "I am speaking the truth."

Siana rolled her eyes. "Of course, I don't believe you," she said, "How can human flesh taste sweet?"

Siana still thought he was making fun of her. He said it so sincerely that she would have almost believed him if she didn't know how much he enjoyed seeing her flustered and embarrassed. It was his twisted kind of enjoyment. And the thing was, she didn't dislike it.

Alan let out a sigh. He propped himself on one of his hand and pulled her head close to him. "Do you want me to prove it to you?" he asked.

Before Siana could respond, he kissed her. She could feel his tongue. And it was sweet She kissed him back, enjoying the taste of his tongue. She couldn't understand why it tasted so sweet. She broke the kiss, with difficulty.

"Sweet, right?" he asked, "I wasn't lying."

Siana stared at him, wide-eyed. It did taste sweet. The smell was stronger than the taste of it. How does he taste sweet? She wondered. She was confused but she wanted to kiss him again and taste his tongue.

"Alan," she called.

"Hm?"

"Can I do it again?"

"What?"

"Can I k-kiss you again?"

Alan grinned. "My, my, you used to be so shy," he said, "and now you have started demanding kisses from me. You have changed a lot, Miss Anetta."

"Don't make fun of me!" protested Siana, "I am just curious! How do you taste sweet? And I am not 'miss' Anetta anymore, I am your wife." It seemed to Siana that calling herself his 'wife' was still unfamiliar like it was before, but she liked it now and wanted to get used to it.

She wasn't alone in the feeling of unfamiliarity. Alan looked at her, shocked. He had never imagined the word coming out of her lips. "Forgive me for my mistake, my wife," he said, jokingly, "So you think you can figure out the source of the taste if you kiss me again?"

"I can try," said Siana adamantly.

"As you wish," he said, smiling and closed his eyes. Siana looked at him with his blond eyelashes casting shadow on his cheek in the dim light, his hair falling softly over his forehead.

"Why are you closing your eyes?" she asked.

"Well, you said you wanted to kiss me."

It was always Alan who initiated the caresses and the kiss and Siana would just give in and close her eyes in pleasure. She had never thought how it would be if the roles were reversed. She felt curious. This made her excited. Alan had opened his eyes and was looking at her.

Siana felt confident. She brought her head closer to him, looking him into his blue eyes. "Close your eyes then," she said.

Alan obeyed. The blue eyes were hidden from view. She wanted to admire his face and memorize every feature in it. But all she saw at the moment was his lips. She extended her hand and caressed his cheeks. Her heart thumped against her chest. She lowered her head and pressed her lips to him. She felt a moment of indecision on what else she was supposed to do, when Alan's lips parted. She kissed him deeply and plunged her tongue into his mouth and explored. He accepted it readily.