That's good, because the noise Sadde just made is not G-rated.

"When we get back to school," Isabella murmurs, "and I do not have to kiss you goodnight in this awkward bunkbeds and sofa situation we have here, I am getting you many interesting snacks and feeding them to you in lieu of dinner some time."

He shivers. "That sounds like a very good idea, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome, lovely." She kisses him and gives him a third chocolate.

More noises of unutterable pleasure. "I cannot believe," he says between bites, "I have spent this many years without fully tasting a chocolate."

"I can't believe a minute ago you didn't want to properly try it!"

He swallows. "I know! Oh heavens, what will other food even taste like, I need to try everything again."

"Hmm," says Isabella, and then she opines without further verbal commentary that the next thing he needs to try is kisses.

Can the noises he's making be interpreted as complaints? He thinks not. They're definitely not complaints. Chocolate kisses!

Mmmmmmm, chocolate kisses. "So should I just progressively feed you your entire egg haul right now or do you want to save room for brunch?" she asks when she's sat back up.

"Iiiiii don't know, my judgment is compromised right now, the sexiest dom on Earth is feeding me chocolate for what might as well be the first time in my life."

She giggles. "We're going to a nice brunch place, they'll have cushions and finger food, I can feed you little sausages and bites of French toast and deviled eggs."

"I have no idea what that even means anymore! Who knows what those things even taste like?"

"Did you not have any sense of taste? Man, this makes me feel all weird about the cake and strawberries fondue thing."

"I had some, but it's like sepia pictures compared to color ones! And why does it make you feel weird?"

"Because I thought you were enjoying it on a gustatory level too. Like, properly. I might just have to get more strawberries and cake."

"Well, I was enjoying it, I could still, say, tell chocolate's tastier than your average meal, it just wasn't that good on an absolute scale."

"I suppose I could choose to be flattered that you were that visibly into the proceedings despite missing half the supposed incentive."

"You feeding me fondue and then licking it off my body was the main attraction, yes, but I wouldn't object to repeating the experiment. For science."

"Maybe that can conclude the Many Interesting Snacks evening. Repeat fondue."

He shivers again. "That also sounds like an excellent idea, ma'am."

"I thought so." Kiss.

"Just one," she says, "and then no more until brunch." And she gives him a little chocolate egg with crisped rice in it.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm