A/N: I cracked up laughing while writing this. With the opening rhyme, not-so-subtle-innuendo, and make-out session – it was too much for me. I don't think I'm going to continue this one. I just might die. Written in the same disjointed manner in my other experimental story, "The Man With No Name".

(Dedicated to Ambrel and her story "The Wager")

Indecent Proposal

( part one: cookies and cream )

- - -

Midnight or noon, she taps on the bars on his makeshift room.

"What do you want?"

"Have you ever been kissed?" Is the singular, most frivolous question she's asked. What does her question have to do with him, the prisoner? Did he look like some sort of love guru?

However, he does stroke his chin egoistically. It might be the jet-black hair.

"Can you tell me what it feels like?"

"What? And you want me to seduce you?"

The girl stomps away from the cell livid with anger. Her ears ring with the sound of his voice - howling with laughter.

- - -

"Have you ever eaten a peach?"is answered with an obvious"Yeah." Clearing his throat, he inserts himself into the teacher role.

"Well, kissing someone is a similar to eating a peach." She gives him a look and he makes no attempt to cover the smirk on his features. Far too innocent and naïve. Utterly hilarious.

"Here," he says, and passes her the fruit. "Feel the skin, it's soft to the touch, and the closest thing to practice with some tongue. Close your eyes and press it lightly to your mouth. Imagine what he looks like. Smell him."

Piper fills in the blanks: pretend that it's him.

Her cheeks flush hotly with colour and inwardly, Dark Ace thinks she's going to die from embarrassment. Oh, what a delicious thing she is. He might even start a journal for this one.

"I – I can't."

- - -

Thank heavens he's discreet. That nobody knows.

She sits on his bed, her hands clasped together between her knees, and waits. Almost endearing in a way.

Lifts her chin with his right hand, turning her face upwards so he can look into her young eyes. His left hand winds around her waist, shuffling her closer to him as he leans forward, anticipation waiting on his lips. Breathless already.

Perfect.

"This is the part where you close your eyes," he growls softly. She obeys; her dark eyelashes flutter shut as he closes the distance between them.

His lips touch hers. Gentle and persuading. She struggles for a second, then stops. Good girl. He's the one in control. If she wants to learn how to seduce the boy properly, then she has to take the tutorial from him.

Progress quickly. Become his A-student.

He takes her lower lip and sucks on it tenderly. It's been a long time since he's kissed anybody. Smiles. Moans. Tilts her head backwards even more.

There are other lessons to learn.