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The jam was used to the spoon piercing its surface, all smooth, curved and cold, carving out unexpected depths. Part stayed, part remained. The jam pressed itself into the reassuring shape of the glass, and waited for the next exploration.
This time, something was different.
The sensation wasn’t smooth and cold, but slick, smooth but warm, sliding across every bit of it, filling rivulets and matching surface for surface, shape for shape. It wasn’t removal - not like the spoon - this was something being added. This was like something it never knew it was missing: sweet, sticky, warm, something entirely new.