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[teenyoda]

"Leave a message. I'm around. Or sleeping. Or... stuff."

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[truesight]

I'm not being weird, I'm being affectionate. I'm always affectionate after we get each other off.

[ except no, not quite this much, he's right. she just doesn't realize it because it feels like the most natural thing in the world. he turns to look at her and she smushes a kiss to his cheek, laughing after ]

You were the one talking about tying me up for a week straight. [ pretending to be very scandalized by the idea yes ] And you're calling me weird.

[teenyoda]

Tying you up for a week isn't weird. [Huff] It's practical. I need to make sure you don't get pulled off to do something else before I'm completely done ravaging you. God. Wasn't that clear?

[truesight]

Oh, it was clear. And it is weird. Offering to sponge bathe me for a week is weird. One night, maybe. Like, a day, but not a whole week. That's insane.

[ she grins against his cheek again before sliding her hands out from under his shirt again and stepping back, reaching his hands over his head so he can stretch out a bit ]

I really should get back to work.

[ not that she's moving to do so, but the idea is there ]

[teenyoda]

Well, I'll need to clean you between ravagings. They can get messy.

[He balled up the napkins and tossed them in a nearby bin, then turned and looked at his apparently very sated not-girlfriend.]

I have a feeling if you were offered a bed, you'd go right to sleep. You would seriously make the worst boyfriend ever. I would be ashamed. A-shamed.

[truesight]

Whaaaat. No way. Slander, that's what that is. I'd be gearing up for round two if we had a bed right now. I'd rock your socks off, Freckles.

[teenyoda]

Please. You'd be out like a light, snoring loud enough to wake Scott. From Freya.

[truesight]

Not true. [ she's stepping right back into Stiles' space as soon as she gets the chance, clingy and smoochy and skinhungry for all of five seconds before she reels it back in to just snuggling again. while they're standing in the stock room, yes. ] How could I ever sleep when all I want to be doing is loving all over you? That's impossible. You're totally wrong.

[teenyoda]

You're ridiculous. And too tall.

[But he tips his head up and leans in for a kiss before drawing back.]

Alright, miss. Back to the grindstone.

[truesight]

Oh, fine. Fine, fine. After work we're going back to your place though, and I'm going to snuggle you on the couch for at least an hour. If not like, six hours. I need some post-work snuggle time after all this.

[ said as she's heading for the door again, twisting the knob and pulling it open behind her ]

[teenyoda]

[He rolled his eyes at her, but he was thinking ahead to being able to get home with her and thinking as long as he kept his eyes closed and just pictured her softer smile, it might not be so bad. Maybe.]