"The thing about cinnamon," Trowa tells Quatre solemnly, "is that it's a spice but it can also be sweet. It can be subtle, giving that special secret flavor to some meals and making the coffee taste better, or it can be strong, like the smell of a freshly baked cinnamon roll."

Quatre raises an eyebrow. "Uh huh."

"And it's tasty."

"It better be," Quatre grumbles.

"And one can never get too much cinnamon." Trowa kisses Quatre's neck. "It's an addiction."

"Addictions…" Quatre lets out a moan when Trowa starts licking his earlobe. "Addictions tend to have negative connotations."

"Only if they are harmful… cinnamon hardly is."

Quatre kisses Trowa full on the lips until they are both out of breath, and when they part, in that small gap between one kiss and the next, he says, "Fine. Just never call me cinnamon bun again, no matter how drunk you are."

Trowa nods and they seal the deal with another kiss.

Thankfully Duo didn't, or Quatre wouldn't have forgiven Trowa that easily. ^_^