Fics like cherry on top

“They're both good flavors,” she says, taking the spoon out of her mouth and, before she can overthink it, giving it a long, slow lick. Two pairs of eyes follow her mouth. “I might need something else to break the tie.” “Yeah?” Frye leans over the counter, fingers fidgeting and gaze sharp. “And what might that be? What can we do to convince you?” Callie gives the best unbothered shrug she can in a situation like this, where her insides are boiling and her hearts are racing and all the alarm bells are going off in her head—but she can't stop, because this game they're all playing is the most fun she's had in weeks, and she wants to see just how far she'll get, just how much they're willing to give her. She eats the sample of mint chocolate chip as slowly as she can, and her chest flutters at how Shiver and Frye never once look away from her mouth, her bobbing throat, her careful hand. “What are you willing to give me?” (Or: Pop star Callie visits her favorite little boba shop, The Deep Cut, every week in disguise. The tea is good, sure, but the two employees behind the counter are what keep her attention and appear in her fantasies—until one day, a bet about ice cream turns those dreams into reality.)

Fics like cherry on top

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