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Her face popped alive, eyes shooting open wide and jaw dropping in the most scandalized of reactions. Had he just ruined a titillating build up with an incredibly bold-faced lie? Yes, Axe most certainly had, for Rose could attest she had been feeling perfectly sultry with her heavy-lidded lean and easy smile, but now all she felt was the deep, deep burn of indignation.

And she had so been ready to snog his stunning french face off.

“I am not!” Rose squawked, and jerkily pulled one of her hands down to jab his chest with her palm. Or at least, it had been intended as a jab but was ultimately executed as a lackluster shove balanced unsteadily with her other hand resolvedly latched tightly near his neck. Her legs were, after all, deemed untrustworthy, and Rose couldn't afford to completely let go of potentially the only thing still holding herself completely straight up.

Which was not an indication of said supposed 'far too drunkenness,' but a show of how sturdily built this golden beast before her was. Was that her fault? Absolutely not. Simply a show of how helpful he was when not being the rudest of teases.

"That is--- that--- that's--" Rose sought to continue, but quickly found that her tongue was stumbling over itself. Time to move onto the next word. "Prep--- pre--- pra---" Preposterous! Her brow furrowed temporarily, her eyes moving away from his as she thought hard about what she was trying to say and was failing so miserably at.

"But it's New Year's!" she cried out suddenly, a honest tone of dejection and yearning in her voice. Rose withheld sticking out her bottom lip, but did not hold back the deep comical frown now set on her face. Her boyfriend wouldn't even snog her on New Year's? What a load of dung that was.

"You must snog me!" She had now returning to poking Axe in the chest again, head leaned back on her own shoulder to make sure he would see just how sad her face looked.