That leap over the counter. She hadn't expected that. The movement caught her eyes, and her eyes shamelessly gliding over him. As he moved next to her, her body turned right with. Man. She grew some serious saucer eyes. The kind cats get when having a good time or feeling that need to pounce.
Subdue the filling with cream? Maybe it was the way he had just hopped over the counter, but in her depraved mind, it made her think of something else entirely. Her mouth breathed a quiet and silent, "
ohhhh." For a moment her eyes detached from devouring him with her eyes.
She looked at the fork. She smiled and felt elated. Hah! He really would? She had meant it mostly jokingly, but the idea of him actually doing was actually ... hot and full of want suddenly. "
Um... I think I'd like your pie both ways. With or without the cream."
Her spell of plunging into a naughty state of mind as he was holding the fork between them suddenly burst like a balloon popped with a small pin. She blinked once or twice a moment when he ate it himself. She had been standing there in that moment waiting. It was like waiting for someone to kiss you.
One look of confusion and surprise. It wasn't often that Cherry herself was flustered. She was always Miss Smooth Operator. She worked her game like a recipe made perfect by practice. Soon after it settled in her mind what just happened, a quick and brief look of disappointment fluttered across her features.
Then, she pouted. Yep. She knit her brows together as she gave him and indignant scorn. "
That was mean." She had half a mind to just grab the plate and smash it all over his face. Then, she caught herself.
No. She couldn't get overly angry and act out. It was probably her own fault for coming in here and stirring up a hornet's nest.
She probably should just eat it. She just stuck her finger in the filling. When she pulled it out covered in warm, sweet cherry filling, she licked and sucked the filling off of her finger. Again, a little surprised, she found that was pleasant.
While there were at least five different thoughts in her head of what to do next, she knew she really shouldn't do any of them. Not the least of which was that she didn't really know him. And... she was in a diner. In front of other people... She took the other fork and petulantly ate a bite. What should she say? She wanted to say something, but she was attempting to quickly build her facade of not showing her disappointment. Pfft.. What did it matter. A quiet but not silent sigh might have slipped out.
A sigh. Full of so much. A mix of pleasure at having something good in her mouth with the bitterness of having had to put it there herself. Touche, good sir...
Touche... 
