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Riley Matthews - Post-Kyr for farkle
There were more pressing matters at hand!
---I got distracted by thinking up names.
[ raises an eyebrow ]
Names?
Names?
Nothing, nothing. We can move on now.
[...he gives her a quick peck.]
[...he gives her a quick peck.]
Uh-uh. Explain what you mean when you said you were thinking about names.
[ nuzzling him in the neck, a small peck under his jaw ]
[ nuzzling him in the neck, a small peck under his jaw ]
I'm sure you already know so let's move on.
Well you did say we should start within the next year and technically we are married plus we have time to spare.
[ Eyebrow wiggle ]
[ Eyebrow wiggle ]
--Are you saying you want to start now?
You don't want to fall behind now don't you?
Well, no. I'd like eleven kids.
Now give me a proper kiss, my husband.
Mm, is that all? [He grins mischievously before leaning upwards to give her a light, chaste kiss.]
You know its just never that. [ Moving her arms around his neck and deepens the kiss ]
[ He was gonna be good and resistant, but that idea is lost quickly. Instead his hands raise, one going to the small of her back and the other entwining in the waves of her hair. It's way too easy to get lost in kissing her/. ]
[ She feels the butterflies flutter in her stomach again as they always do around him. Her teeth gently nipping on his lower lip as she sighs happily at the feeling of his touch. ]
[ It's strange. He's expected to make the first move, but she's the one that leads. And he knows she does and, for a future world dictator, he doesn't mind. Letting out a small sound at her kiss, his fingers pull her head closer to him yet and his lips move to return the same, tongue darting out to seek entrance. ]
[ A giggle leaves her lips as she knows she has him wrapped around her little finger. She groans against his lips, her mouth opening to him.]
[ Shifting slightly to turn them to their sides, Farkle braces himself carefully against her on the expanse of coach. Making another small, throaty sound he pulls his lips away from hers to kiss her jaw and neck muttering small 'I love yous'. ]
[ Her leg moves to somewhat wrap itself around his waist and a rough moans escapes her lips before she lets out a fit of giggles. ]
[ He huffs at her. ]
You shouldn't be laughing when I'm trying to seduce you!
You shouldn't be laughing when I'm trying to seduce you!
B-but it tickles.
W-what? C'mon Regulus; I apologize that my neck is very ticklish.
No way, it's to late. The mood was totally ruined. [though e may be just be a jerk here.]