Natasha nodded at his choice but otherwise didn’t move until he stated the obvious. “Mm, well we have to get up to eat anyway,” she said, placing a soft kiss to his jaw, “and I don’t know about you,” another on his chin, “but answering the door in these clothes,” at the corner of his lips, “might not be pleasant for the delivery guy.” Finally she reached his lips, and when she kissed him there she lingered a little longer.
“Besides,” she continued, lifting her head to look at him again as she traced his bottom lip just lightly with one finger. “We should really wash our hands before touching anything else.” The grin she gave him then was positively wicked.
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Date: 2014-01-22 10:40 pm (UTC)From:“Besides,” she continued, lifting her head to look at him again as she traced his bottom lip just lightly with one finger. “We should really wash our hands before touching anything else.” The grin she gave him then was positively wicked.