It was supposed to be a peaceful evening.
Xavier lay with his head in Nana's lap on the couch, the TV playing some nature documentary about rabbits. Her fingers threaded through his blonde hair gently, scratching his scalp in that way that always made him drowsy. His eyes were already half-closed, drifting between waking and sleeping.
On screen, rabbits hopped through meadows. The narrator's voice droned on about mating habits and seasonal behaviors.
Xavier's eyes slipped fully closed.
In his dream, everything shifted. Suddenly he wasn't watching rabbits—he was chasing one. A particular bunny with familiar features, if bunnies could look like his wife. Nana's eyes, Nana's laugh, darting through a field of flowers while he pursued.
The chase was exhilarating. Primal. Every time he got close, she'd dart away with a playful look over her shoulder. His heart pounded. His instincts screamed at him to catch her. To claim her.
Finally, he lunged, catching her in his arms. She looked up at him with those eyes—half innocent, half knowing—and he—
He—
The dream shifted abruptly, becoming explicitly wild, his hands on her, her body beneath his, and Xavier's sleeping form shifted restlessly in Nana's lap as his subconscious conjured images that made his body respond very physically.
Nana, oblivious to Xavier's increasingly heated dream, had retrieved a popsicle from the freezer. Cherry flavored, her favorite. She unwrapped it and brought it to her lips, licking the sweet frozen treat while watching the documentary.
"Oh, the baby bunnies are so cute!" she laughed, licking her popsicle again.
In his dream-state, Xavier groaned softly.
She didn't notice, too focused on the screen and her treat. She wrapped her lips around the popsicle, sucking gently, and laughed at something the narrator said about rabbit behavior.
Xavier's hands fisted in the couch cushion. His breathing had changed, become less steady.
Nana licked up the side where it was melting, her pink tongue following the length of the popsicle, then took it in her mouth again—deeper this time—sucking the flavor off.
In Xavier's increasingly not-innocent dream, it wasn't a popsicle she was doing that to. It was—
His eyes opened abruptly, consciousness returning with sudden intensity. The first thing he saw was Nana above him, her lips wrapped around that popsicle, her tongue swirling around it, completely oblivious to what the sight was doing to him.
All he could think was: *that should be me.*
Her cute lips wrapped around him instead of frozen fruit. Her tongue doing exactly what it was doing now, but to him. Her innocent expression as she sucked, completely unaware of how erotic the whole thing looked.
He was getting hard. Actually, painfully hard, just from watching his wife eat a popsicle.
"Mm, this is good!" Nana said cheerfully, licking again. "Want some, Xavier?"
*Yes. But not the popsicle.*
He couldn't form words, just made a sound that was supposed to be agreement but came out strained.
She didn't notice, going back to her treat, and Xavier watched—mesmerized and increasingly desperate—as she licked and sucked with innocent enthusiasm, occasionally laughing at the documentary, completely unaware she was driving him insane.
When she finally finished the popsicle, she turned to look down at him with a satisfied smile. "That was delicious! Do we have more—" Her words died as her eyes tracked lower, noticing the very obvious bulge in his pants. "Xavier?"
His eyes had gone dark—that intense look that was so different from his usual sleepy demeanor. The look that meant his self-control was hanging by a thread.
"Starlight," he said, his voice rough. "Do you have any idea what you just did to me?"
"I... ate a popsicle?" She looked genuinely confused.
"You ate it like—" He couldn't finish. Instead, he carefully shifted them so he was sitting up, Nana still in his lap, and guided her hand to the front of his pants. "Feel that? That's what watching you do that did to me."
Her eyes went wide as she felt how hard he was. "From... a popsicle?"
"From watching your lips. Your tongue. Imagining you doing that to me instead." He guided her hand to stroke him through the fabric, and his head fell back with a groan. "Just like that. Slow. Perfect."
She stroked experimentally, fascinated by his reaction. "You were dreaming about something too. You were making sounds."
"I was dreaming about you. About chasing you. Catching you." His hips moved into her touch. "Wild things, starlight. Very wild things."
"Show me?" Her hand kept stroking, growing bolder. "Show me what you were dreaming."
"Dangerous request." But his hands were already working at his belt, freeing himself. "I'm barely controlling myself right now."
When he was freed, Nana looked at him with curious eyes, then—before he could react—she leaned down and took him in her mouth, just like she'd done with the popsicle.
"Fuck—" The curse burst from him, his hand flying to her hair. "Nana—you don't have to—oh god—"
But she was already doing it, using her tongue the same way, experimenting with what made him make those desperate sounds. Not perfect technique, but enthusiastic and curious and absolutely destroying him.
"Starlight—I'm going to—you should—" He tried to warn her, but she just hummed around him, and the vibration sent him over the edge with a groan.
When she pulled back, looking pleased with herself, Xavier pulled her up for a deep kiss—tasting himself on her tongue, pouring every ounce of his desire into it. His tongue swept into her mouth, claiming her thoroughly, and she whimpered into the kiss.
"That was... educational," she breathed when they broke apart.
"That was incredible." His hands were already working at her clothes. "But now I need to be inside you. Need it desperately. Can I?"
"Yes—please—I want that too—"
Her clothes disappeared quickly—his usual sleepy patience completely gone in favor of desperate need. When she was bare in his lap, he positioned her over him.
"This way," he said, his voice strained. "My favorite position. I get to watch your face. See every expression. Hear every sound you make."
He guided her down slowly, both of them groaning as she took him in. From this angle, facing each other, he could see everything—the way her eyes widened, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her lips parted in a silent gasp.
"Beautiful," he breathed. "You're so beautiful like this. Taking me so perfectly."
She began to move, and those sounds started—the ones he loved. Little gasps and whimpers and sobs of pleasure that told him exactly how good it felt.
"Xavier—" His name came out breathy, desperate.
"I know. I feel it too." His hands guided her hips, helping her find the rhythm. "You feel incredible. So tight. So perfect. Mine."
"Yours," she agreed, her movements becoming more confident. "All yours. Always—oh—"
He thrust up to meet her, and the angle made her cry out. "There? That spot?"
"Yes—right there—please—"
He aimed for that spot relentlessly, watching her face as pleasure built, loving every expression, every sound. When her movements became erratic, he knew she was close.
"Come for me, starlight. Let me see it. Let me watch you fall apart."
She did, sobbing his name, her body clenching around him, and the sight combined with the sensation sent him over the edge too. They clung to each other as pleasure crashed through them both.
But Xavier wasn't done. Not even close.
Before Nana could fully recover, Xavier was shifting them—laying her on her side on the couch, positioning himself behind her.
"Xavier?" She was still catching her breath.
"Not done yet." He lifted her leg, placing it over his shoulder, the position opening her completely to him. "Need more of you. Need to make you mine over and over."
He entered her from this new angle, and they both gasped—it went even deeper like this, hit different spots.
"Oh god—" Nana's hand clutched the couch. "That's—so deep—"
"I know." One of his hands found her breast, squeezing, his thumb circling her nipple. "Can you take it? Tell me if it's too much."
"Not too much—so good—don't stop—"
He didn't. He set a rhythm that was slow and deep and devastating, his body curled around hers, his mouth finding her neck.
"That popsicle," he murmured against her skin, his hips moving steadily. "Do you know how innocent you looked? How absolutely sinful at the same time?"
"I was just eating—oh—"
"You were licking. Sucking. Making the same face you make when I touch you here—" His hand moved between her legs, finding her clit. "Completely unaware of what you were doing to me."
"I didn't mean to—" She gasped as he circled precisely.
"I know you didn't. That's what made it worse. Your innocent little licks. Your tongue swirling. All I could think was how much I wanted that mouth on me instead." He thrust harder to emphasize his point. "And then you actually did it. Put your mouth on me without even being asked. Do you know what that did to me?"
"Tell me—" She was already close again, his words and touches pushing her toward another edge.
"Made me feel worshipped. Desired. Made me want to claim every inch of you until you forget what popsicles even are." His rhythm increased, his control slipping. "Made me want to fuck you until the only thing you can taste is me."
"Xavier—" His dirty talk was new, unexpected, and incredibly hot.
"Come for me again, starlight. Show me how good I make you feel. Let me hear those beautiful sobbing sounds."
She came with a cry, her whole body shuddering, and Xavier followed with a groan, his hand on her breast tightening, his face buried in her neck as pleasure overwhelmed him.
They stayed like that, breathing hard, his body still covering hers protectively.
"That was intense," Nana managed eventually.
"Sorry. The dream, the popsicle, everything—I kind of lost control." But he didn't sound very sorry.
"Don't apologize. That was amazing." She turned her head to look at him. "I didn't know popsicles affected you that much."
"Neither did I until today." He kissed her softly. "But now I'm going to have very specific associations with you eating frozen treats."
"Should I stop eating them?"
"Absolutely not. But maybe warn me first so I can be prepared." He carefully withdrew, helping her sit up and pulling her into his arms. "Or better yet, save them for when we're alone."
She laughed, snuggling against him. "You're ridiculous."
"I'm desperately in love with my wife who doesn't realize how attractive she is." He stroked her hair. "There's a difference."
"I was just eating a popsicle!"
"You were being accidentally seductive. Which is somehow more effective than if you were trying." He kissed the top of her head. "My innocent, accidentally tempting starlight."
"I'm learning though. Learning what affects you. What you like." She looked up at him with a mischievous glint. "Maybe I'll eat popsicles more often."
"Please don't. My heart can't take it."
"Or maybe I will. Just to see what happens."
"What happens is I lose all self-control and we end up like this."
"I'm not seeing the downside."
Xavier laughed and held her closer. "Neither am I, honestly. Though we should probably move to the bed for round three."
"Round three?!"
"You started this with that popsicle. Now you have to deal with the consequences." But his smile was gentle, loving. "Unless you're too sore? We can stop if you need to."
"I'm okay. Just surprised. You're usually so sleepy."
"You woke me up. In more ways than one." He stood, lifting her easily. "Bedroom. Where I can properly worship you without the risk of falling off the couch."
She let him carry her, already anticipating what was to come. "What about the documentary?"
"The rabbits can wait. I'm much more interested in my starlight right now."
And he proved it, thoroughly and repeatedly, until they were both exhausted and satisfied and the documentary had long since ended.
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The next day, Nana found Xavier staring at the freezer with a complicated expression.
"What's wrong?"
"I was going to grab a popsicle," he said. "But now I'm having flashbacks."
She laughed and pulled one out, unwrapping it with deliberate slowness. "Like this?"
His eyes darkened immediately. "Starlight, I have work in an hour."
"So?" She licked it, maintaining eye contact.
"So I need to be functional, not thinking about—" He gestured vaguely at her mouth.
"Thinking about what?" She sucked on it innocently.
"That's it. Work can wait." He picked her up, the popsicle forgotten.
"Xavier! You'll be late!"
"Worth it. Completely worth it."
And it was.
Some associations, once formed, were impossible to ignore.
Xavier would never look at popsicles the same way again.
But he'd also never complain about his wife eating them.
Because the consequences were far too enjoyable.
For both of them.
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