Hugfia's 30 Day OTP Challenge

Day Twenty Two: Making Fun of One Another

Princess Sofia teases Prince Hugo over breakfast.

Princess Sofia loves strawberries.

The ones offered for breakfast in the dining hall this morning look particularly delicious, red with summer's blush. The way they have been prepared, the stem neatly excised with two cuts in a wedge, makes them almost heart-shaped. Sofia has saved them for last, wanting the sweet taste of the fruit to linger in her mouth as she goes about her day.

Across the table from her, Prince Hugo is talking with Prince Axel at his left about a book they have both read. His spring brown eyes light up, and his wide smile rounds his freckled cheeks.

Princess Sofia licks her lips.

She chooses one red berry from the collection on her plate and brings it to rest for a moment on the pillow of her bottom lip. Drawing it partway into her mouth, she bites it in half, sighing almost involuntarily at the flood of flavor. She finishes her first strawberry in the same fashion, little satisfied noises leaking out unrestrained with each bite.

Prince Hugo is looking at her now, Axel having tucked into his own food with single-minded focus. He has tipped his head slightly to one side, puzzling over her exuberant enjoyment, far too darling for his own good.

A pearl of juice rolls to a stop on Princess Sofia's chin. She lets it linger.

The next strawberry, a lovely, plump thing, grazes easily past her lips and into her mouth...then out...then in again. Leisurely, she works her lips forward and back over the fruit, humming happily all the while. On one last plunge, the berry slides all the way into her mouth to distend her cheek outward.

How is Hugo? She wonders as she peers over at him demurely. Prince Hugo is shifting in his seat, scooting closer to the table. How sweet.

Wide-eyed, he glances about the room, no doubt self-conscious about how any member of the dense mealtime crowd could see just how passionate Princess Sofia is about her breakfast or the effects that passion has on him. Sofia, however, is not bothered in the slightest, not when she has Hugo right where she wants him.

Princess Sofia selects one more strawberry, the coup de grâce. This berry tapers into two rounded peaks, a shallow valley in between them. First, she bestows that little valley with tiny licks with the point of her tongue. Then, she traces little circles around the tip that grow larger and more encompassing before sealing her lips around the fruit, and her cheeks pull inward as she gives it a nice, long suck.

Princess Sofia locks eyes with Prince Hugo, batting her lashes innocently. He is no longer aware of anything else in the dining hall, his eyes fixed on the hypnotic movements of her lips and tongue.

With his attention decisively seized, she pushes the strawberry farther into her mouth with one finger on the back, slowly, slowly, until her mouth closes around it, her lips pursed against her fingertip like a kiss. Prince Hugo's cheeks have ripened to a beautiful red, his freckles a scattering of tiny brown seeds. Princess Sofia begins to chew slowly, savoring the sweetness of victory. Delicious!