Mmm. [Her grin widens when she offers up a purposefully indifferent little noise, inching in away from his arm, nails at the small of his back, profile set against his own. He's tall. It's one of the many, many things he has going for him, but so is she, and the bridge of her nose isn't all that far away from the line of his own.] Not sure if I buy it.
[A point she punctuates by chasing his lips with a sharp, familiar sort of bite. Sup, hotshot.]
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[A point she punctuates by chasing his lips with a sharp, familiar sort of bite. Sup, hotshot.]