[ he's as pliable to her touch as always, allowing her nimble fingers to direct him towards her. his breath draws in sharp as their lips touch, like there's sparking electricity between them, a livewire's current just under the surface of his skin. she doesn't give him time to return the kiss this time, and that's okay, though he finds himself licking his lips idly as he processes her smartass remark. ]
Okay. I'll pick you up from work?
[ a good-natured joke, maybe. or that's its intent. he knows what she's doing is important, and that he often gets in the way or just plain distracts her. he's better off as a stay-at-home. ]
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Okay. I'll pick you up from work?
[ a good-natured joke, maybe. or that's its intent. he knows what she's doing is important, and that he often gets in the way or just plain distracts her. he's better off as a stay-at-home. ]