A/N- Another drabble I wrote for the past week. This does take place three years after 3-5 hence Iris might seem a bit more confident in this drabble (altough hopefully not to the point of being out of character) because she's had three years of being Trucy's mother and Phoenix's romantic partner to help her mature. Special thanks to DahliaxKristoph again for proofing this. Enjoy and please let me know what you think.


Prompt: Addiction

As Phoenix and Iris exited Trucy's bedroom, having just finished getting the eleven year old girl into bed, Iris smiled at Phoenix. She was just so happy to be standing there with the man of her dreams by her side and the little girl that she had come to think of as her own daughter sleeping just a short distance away. Softly closing the door behind them, she sighed contently.

Taking a step behind her, Phoenix slid his arms around her waste and kissed her neck tenderly. "So Mommy, what do you want to do now that our daughter is finally asleep?"

Iris giggled softly at the feel of his lips against her neck, blushing lightly at his touch. Pulling away from him for a moment, Iris put one finger to her lips and said: "Not here. We might wake Trucy."

Taking his hand gently, Iris led him down the hallway to the apartment's family room. Releasing his hand, she walked over to the couch and sat down, expecting him to follow, only to be surprised when he chose to go into the kitchen instead. Confused, Iris shot him a quizzical look and asked: "Feenie, where are you going?"

Hearing her question, Phoenix turned to meet her gaze for a moment as he opened the refrigerator. "I'll be right there, Rissy. I just want to get a bottle of grape juice before sitting down." Phoenix resumed his search as he spoke.

Groaning softly, Iris got up off the couch and walked into the kitchen. "You're clearly addicted to the stuff. It isn't healthy."

"There is nothing wrong with grape juice. It is a fine drink," Phoenix responded, his voice muffled as he leaned further inside to rummage through the back of the refrigerator.

"If I can taste it on your lips when we kiss, it's too much," Iris countered, her hands on her hips. "Please come out of there, so we can actually talk."

Sighing, Phoenix did as he was told. "Sure. We appear to be out of grape juice, anyway," he said, a clear ring of disappointment in his voice as he closed the door. Turning back to her, he smiled weakly. "I'm sorry, Rissy. Where were we?"

Taking a step forward, Iris tilted her head up and caught his lips in a long, tender kiss. When they finally parted, Iris smiled at him coyly, blushing a bit. "Better then grape juice?"

Unable to resist a short laugh, he responded: "Much. You know, I think you've found the perfect cure for my grape juice addiction." As he wrapped his arms around her gently and pulled her close, he leaned near her ear and whispered: "Because when I'm with you, I don't need anything else."