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“I—thank you.” He shivered, swallowing hard, but he sat gingerly on Rome’s thigh.
“Look at that, you fit just right.” Rome put one arm around him, steadying him.
“You’re warm.” He leaned back, daring to cuddle the barest bit. It felt so good and Rome was so inviting.
Rome hummed. “Good. I wouldn’t want you to be cold.” Reaching for one of the containers, Rome popped off the lid. “I believe this is the shrimp fritters. And there’s a remoulade to dip it in, even.”
Grabbing one of the fritters with his fingers, Rome dipped it, then held it up to Fillion’s mouth.
He opened up, unsure whether he’d like it, but it was spicy and crunchy and yummy.
“Good?” Rome asked, and he nodded. “Excellent.”
Rome grabbed another, dipped it, then popped it into his own mouth. He nodded and licked his lips.
Oh, that was… pretty. Fillion couldn’t help but stare.
Rome caught him at it and smiled, then licked his lips again. “The fritters are nice, aren’t they?”
“Uh-huh.” Hot. Yummy.
“There’s a couple more each.” Rome fed him another one, those pretty eyes watching him, seeing him.
“Y…you should have the rest, hmm? You deserve it. Them.”
“You deserve yours as well.” Rome had his second one, then offered Fillion a third. “We’re sharing.”
“Yes, Sir.” He opened his lips without even thinking.
“Good boy.” Rome popped the shrimp fritter into his mouth. The praise was even better than the food.
He chewed, humming again. He liked that sauce.
“I like watching you eat, how you enjoy the sensations of the food.”
His cheeks went red hot. “I like the spicy sauce a lot. It’s yummy.”
Rome kissed his cheek. “I’m glad. I’m sure we’ll have other occasion to use it.”
“Do you like it? Spicy stuff?”What are you into? What do you like?
“I do. Almost as much as I like you.” Rome had the best smile. “Shall we see what our second fish is?”
“Okay. I can’t believe there are six more.”
Rome chuckled. “I believe it’s meant to help fill the time until midnight. Whatever the reason it started, it’s a great excuse to eat some yummy fishes.” Rome grabbed another container and opened it up. “Mussels in a white wine sauce. Nice. I’m pretty sure there’s a baguette somewhere that goes with it.”
“I’ve never tasted those. Are they good? Mussels, not baguettes.”
“They are. Actually, if they’re swimming in a white wine broth, they’re delicious. I have to admit, I wasn’t fond of the ones I had in a tomato sauce.” Rome fished around in the picnic basket and came up with a half-sized baguette. “I knew there was one somewhere.”
“You’ll show me how to do it?”
“We just rip some pieces of bread off.” Rome tore the bread into a number of pieces. “Then you take one and dip it into the sauce—and I admit, this is the best part—and take a bite of that. Then you take one of these little forks and use it to pull the mussel out of the shell. You can eat it on its own, or have some more bread with it.” Rome speared a mussel, dipped it back into the sauce they were sitting in and popped it into his mouth. “Would you like me to feed you again?”
“I—” Had he nodded? He wasn’t supposed to nod…
Rome was smiling, though, and picking another mussel out of its shell, holding it up to his mouth. Then Rome sopped up some sauce with the bread and offered him that as well.
