Ok but after seeing the Bambi post my brain can only picture Elain drunkingly licking Lucien on the face 😂
But you know it's happened at least once. Drunk Elain is my favorite to picture (and write hehe). I can easily picture them at the end of a fun night and Elain's curled up in Lucien's lap, giggling like crazy about their day. Her mouth is going a million miles a minute and she's squishing Lucien's cheeks as she's talking because she's so excited about god knows what and he is so amused and in love, just letting her go off.
Until the conversation is suddenly about desserts and she's thinking about baking a cake tomorrow and —
Elain gasps suddenly and Lucien's brows go up, "What is it, dove?"
"I don't know if I have all the ingredients to make the frosting I like!"
His lips twitched and leans in to quickly peck her lips. "That's alright, I'll buy whatever you need tomorrow morning."
"But what flavor cake should I go for? I'm thinking chocolate but what about strawberry? Ohhh, what if I make red velvet!" She gasps again. "Lucien!"
"Elain."
"What if I make a Lucien flavored cake?" she asked with a coy smile that was more of a twitchy-drunk smile and Lucien tried so very hard not to laugh.
"And what flavor would I be, dare I ask?"
Her expression was mischievous and before Lucien could stop whatever drunk shenanigan she wanted to do, her tongue darted out and quickly licked his face.
Lucien barely made a noise of objection when Elain squished his face again and rested her forehead to his, staring intensely into his eyes. He blinked rapidly as she said in all seriousness, "Carrot?"
His expression flattened. "How dare you."
She burst into giggles at Lucien's outraged expression and Elain tried to make it up to him by peppering his face with kisses then licked his cheek once more, for good measure. "Cinnamon? Pumpkin Spice? Ohhh — how about caramel?"
"I think you need to stop, dove."
"Apple cranberry?"
"Elain."
"Maple?"
"Not the kind of sticky I usually go for."
She ignored him and gasped dramatically again, "Gingersnaps."
Lucien's lips twitched as he gave her a playfully reprimanding look. "It seems I need to remind you exactly what I taste like, my love."
Elain bit her lip, her cheeks already tinted pink from how hammered she was and she hiccuped. "Oh? And what do I need to bake to find your flavor?"
His smirk was roguish as he cupped his mate's face and kissed her lips slowly, reverently earning him a soft whine before Lucien pulled back and said, his voice filled with wicked promise, "No baking required. All you need is your pretty, pretty mouth."
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Sir Tim Laurence smashes a coconut, a ritual believed to banish bad luck as Princess Anne watches on, during a visit to Vajira Pillayar Kovil Hindu temple in Colombo, Sri Lanka, as part of day three of their visit, on 12 January 2024.
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