Writer's fantasies 🎀

Sweet Nothings (🌸/🍋)

Daria's brother and Syaoran were enjoying a sleepover at her house, engrossed in games in her brother's room. Meanwhile, Daria slipped out of her own room to whip up a batch of brownies. As she stirred the batter, she felt a strong pair of arms encircle her waist, catching her by surprise.

Feeling the sudden embrace, Daria gasped lightly but didn't pull away immediately. "Oh! I wasn't expecting you here so late..." She said, turning her head slightly to glance up at Syaoran from over her shoulder. "Did you need something? Or are you just checking on me?"

With a playful grin, Syaoran leaned closer, brushing his cheek against hers. "Couldn't resist the smell of your famous brownies," he said, his voice low and teasing. "Besides, I wanted to see if you needed help...or if I could steal a few before the guys get their hands on them." He secretly loved these moments alone with Daria, where he could drop his guard and enjoy her company.

She chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Always trying to sneak a bite before anyone else, huh?" Her voice was warm and teasing as well, clearly amused by his antics. Turning back to the mixing bowl, she gave the batter another stir before pulling away slightly from his grasp. "Well, they're not quite ready yet. But I suppose I could let you have one taste."

Syaoran's eyes lit up at the offer, his smile growing wider as he released Daria momentarily, reaching for a spoon to steal a taste of the warm, gooey batter. "Mmm, delicious as always," Syaoran hummed appreciatively, licking the remnants off the spoon slowly, his gaze never leaving Daria's face, his thoughts drifting to more than just brownies.

Watching him savor the sample, Daria couldn't suppress a small giggle. "I'm glad you like it," she replied, her cheeks taking on a slight blush as she caught his lingering gaze. She set down the mixing spoon and turned fully towards him, leaning against the counter. "So, what brings you downstairs anyway? Just missing my cooking, or is there something else on your mind?"

"Actually," Syaoran said, setting the spoon aside and closing the distance between them, "I wanted to ask you something." He leaned his elbows on the countertop, trapping her between him and the surface, his dark eyes searching hers. "Have you ever tried adding a bit of nut extracts? I heard it brings out the chocolate flavor." He loved these casual moments with Daria, where they could share ideas and laughter.

Eyes twinkling with interest, Daria nodded thoughtfully. "That actually sounds really good," she agreed, tapping her chin in contemplation. "It might give the brownies a little kick. And I think we both know how much I love a good kick." Her playful smirk matched his own as she glanced down at his hands resting on either side of her, feeling the warmth emanating from him.

"I do indeed," Syaoran chuckled, allowing his gaze to drop to her lips for a fleeting moment before looking back into her eyes. "I think we should try it sometime...maybe just for us, though. Your secret recipe," he added with a wink, moving a stray strand of hair behind her ear before letting his hand linger there, enjoying the softness of her skin under his fingertips.

A shiver ran through her body at his tender touch, and she found herself leaning into his hand instinctively. A soft sigh escaped her lips. "Just for us," she echoed, her voice barely above a whisper now. The atmosphere had shifted subtly, charged with an unspoken tension that hung heavy in the air between them.

Slowly, almost hesitantly, Daria reached up to cover his hand with her own, guiding it to cup her cheek. Her eyelids fluttered closed briefly as she savored the contact, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. "I'd like that very much," she murmured, her breath hitching slightly.

Syaoran's heartbeat quickened, his thumb tracing gentle circles on her cheek as he leaned in closer, the warmth of her breath on his lips making him want to bridge that tiny gap, lost in the sweetness of a moment stolen from their carefree night.