| Finding time for a social life |
[Apr. 18th, 2010|12:57 am] |
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"Oh definitely. Hoff didn't even go with the gray at the temples to make it realistic. It was probably what saved his life. You have nothing to worry about. Dad always says he wants me to be happy with the person I'm with, and I'm happy."
"I'll do my best to keep you happy," he replies with a smile.
"I should worry that I'm keeping you happy, what with all the ceiling staring..." She whistled soundlessly and gave him her best innocent look.
With her lips pursed in the soundless whistle, he leans forward quickly to give her a quick, playful kiss.
"I'm happy," he replies quickly.
"That talk we're going to have? Let's have it during our walk through the park. I'd like to get it all straight so I can fall asleep with you tonight."
He blinks. "You keep surprising me. You know that, right?" He grins. "But in a good way."
"As long as it's in a good way. Tonight, I'm completely in your hands. You lead, I'll follow."
He leans over and kisses her again.
"Alright," he replies. "Now the first thing is to put you back in a towel..." He grins.
"Same towel? Hand towel?" She never thought of herself as a flirt, but tonight she was shameless and not caring. A girl should flirt with her boyfriend. "Wash cloth?"
He considers, though a blush is definitely reaching his cheeks. "Let's start with the wash cloth and go from there."
"Whatever you want," she said as demurely as she could, helped by the blush on her cheeks. "It's all up to you. At 2am." | |