At first, Blake began to worry that Citrine hadn't heard him yell as her salivating mouth drew closer and closer. To his relief, he and the Cheeto he was on came to a sudden stop within touching distance of her soft lips, and then were pulled away from them.
"Huh?" Citrine uttered in confusion as she started looking around her room to find where that shout came from.
"CITRINE! DOWN HERE! ON THE CHEETO!" Blake yelled as if his life depended on it, which it did considering how close he was to being eaten.
"On the Cheet-OH!" Citrine glanced down at the Cheeto she was holding and saw her thumb pressing a tiny person against it, and not just any tiny person. "Blake!" she exclaimed with a mixture of surprise and joy. "What are you doing here? And how did you get so small?"
"I-"
"One sec." Citrine suddenly brought Blake and the Cheeto back towards her mouth, opening it wide to accept her snack. A terrified Blake screamed as he and the Cheeto passed those lovely lips and hung in midair inside her humid mouth. However, Citrine dexterously moved her fingers to allow the Cheeto to fall onto her tongue while still keeping Blake in her grip. She pulled the tiny mage out of her mouth and snapped her lips shut.
Relieved to be out of danger, Blake was then transfixed by his giant crush chewing the Cheeto. The rhythmic movements of her jaw, the way her lips scrunched up, the muffled crunches interspersed with satisfied "Mmm"s - it all made his cheeks flare up. And then came the loud gulp that sent the chewed-up Cheeto down Citrine's throat. Despite how close Blake was to being swallowed in that same gulp, there was something oddly appealing about hearing it up close like this - something that made him grin sheepishly as his entire face went bright red. Finally, the cherry on top was the noise that came out of her mouth a couple of seconds later:
*URP!*
"Are you OK, Blake?" Citrine asked with a puzzled look when she saw how much Blake was blushing. All she got in response was incoherent stammering. "All I did was eat a Cheeto," she remarked.
"Wait, just, just gimme a sec," Blake said hurriedly, hoping to buy enough time to calm himself down. As he took deep breaths, he noticed that Citrine's expression was softening into a smile.
"Well I don't know why you're so small," Citrine said, "or why me eating made you blush like that, but I'm glad you're here."
"R-really?" Blake's eyes lit up when he heard that.
"Yeah, I wanted to hang out with you today." As Citrine said this, her own cheeks started to get a pink tint. Could it be that she was into Blake the way he was into her? For a moment, the tiny mage thought about confessing his feelings there and then. "Wait," the chubby nerd continued, "you probably don't want to spend all day being held between my cheesy fingers like this." With that, Citrine transferred Blake to her other hand and sucked the Cheeto dust off of her fingers. "Now where to put you ..."