[If he thinks the distance and the catlike arch she has going on right now will prevent her from continuing with her side of the battle, he's deluded. Laughter in her gaze, she reaches up and lets her fingers skitter across his stomach, not looking to tickle as much as she's looking to tease, drive mad. If it works, hey.
She brings one hand down, fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants, and stops right there. He has that look about him, like he's far away and trying to commit everything to memory. Like he's being melodramatic, up in that thick skull of his.
So she turns her head at the last minute and intercepts his mouth with a kiss.]
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She brings one hand down, fingers hooked under the waistband of his pants, and stops right there. He has that look about him, like he's far away and trying to commit everything to memory. Like he's being melodramatic, up in that thick skull of his.
So she turns her head at the last minute and intercepts his mouth with a kiss.]