[ He's intimately familiar with that particular sway of your body towards his, that look, that distinct shift of the pitch and register of your voice.
Q&A suddenly does not seem so interesting anymore.
Pulling away from your grip with a light squeeze, and then reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck in order to keep you close while he murmurs: ]
Come to think of it, [ Kiss. ] we can always talk more about this later.
[ There's a tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth and he's letting his body lean back, one palm coming to rest against the sheets so that he positions himself to allow you to fit comfortably against him. The other hand comes to settle along the small of your back, fingers splayed to anchor you. ]
Like I said, I'm totally okay with whatever my fiancee wants.
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Q&A suddenly does not seem so interesting anymore.
Pulling away from your grip with a light squeeze, and then reaching up to wrap his arms around your neck in order to keep you close while he murmurs: ]
Come to think of it, [ Kiss. ] we can always talk more about this later.
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Like I said, I'm totally okay with whatever my fiancee wants.
[ Kiss him again, please. ]