Soleil

"You know what sun means in french?" He looked at her, the sparkles in her emerald green eyes lit up with cheekiness. Because she clearly knew that he didn't have a clue what sun meant in french. So he gave her the glare, his famous i'll-stare-you-to-death glare. She just giggled and gave her cute probie smile. The same smile that always made his famous glare go away in a magical way. He could see how much she enjoyed knowing something he didn't.
"Will you stop harassing me with unnesessary french vocabulary if I kiss you?" The smile on her face got even bigger. "Maybe?" The cheeky look stayed in her eyes as he bent down to kiss her red, soft lips tenderly. She kissed back, let her lips fit into his, like they always did. She tastes like heaven, he thought as they pulled away for air. Just as he wanted to look at her, he felt her lips near his sensitive ear. "Soleil." she whispered, before she began to attack him with her lips in a passionate game.