(No, this not what you're thinking. Not the cliche "Ruv eats Sarvs ice cream, and Sarv gets mad." No. It's different. Trust me.)
Savente's pov:
I waited on the hard wood bench, as Ruv returned with the two cones. He passed me my blueberry one, before siiting on the bench to enjoy his own.
Ruv: Any news at the Church?
Sarv: Nothing much. Some old lady tried taking down the pride flag on the entrance.
Ruv: I figured that would happen.
I picked the ice cream in my hand, hoping to get as much in my mouth before it melted.
Sarv: Hey Ruv.
Ruv: Yeah?
Sarv: Can I try some your ice cream?
Ruv: Sure, here.
I picked the strawberry and chocolate mixture in his cone, finding it unpleasant. I backed away, trying to get the taste out of my mouth.
Ruv: So, when can I have a taste?
Looking over, I saw he had finished his cone.
Sarv: Can I trust you?
Ruv: As much as you trust your sisters.
Sarv: Fine. Only a small bit.
I held it out, ready to take it away as soon as he tried eating the entire thing.
Ruv: You need to close your eyes.
Sarv: Ho-?
Ruv: Trust me.
I closed my eyes, holding out the cone. I felt him grab the cone, but, instead of pulling it towards himself, he moved it aside. I had no time to react as he used his free hand to grab my chin. Before I knew it, he had pressed his lips on mine. I tried to push him away, but it was no use. I felt his tounge enter my mouth. It moved for a few seconds before he pulled it out.
Ruv: Not bad, for ice cream.
My face was going red. Sure, we'd been on date's before, but we hadn't agreed on kissing like that.
Sarv: R..Ruv! What the hell?
Ruv: What? Something wrong?
Sarv: You could've asked!
Ruv: Yeah, but there's no fun in that. Besides, you're tuning redder then a strawberry.
I attempted to punch him, only for him sweep my arm aside.
Ruv: Oh, look at the time. We need to head back.
He got up, heading for direction of the church. I sat there, anger dying down in me. I got up, heading back to church, hiding my expression with a smile, as I figured out how I would confront him after prayers tonight. Yet, a part of me felt silly, like I was overacting. Whatever the case, I knew I could talk to Carol about it, seeing as she was an expert at relationships.