[ She's utterly content to stay like this, still all tangled up in him with him above her on the lounger while she relishes that kiss. Oxygen is necessary though, at some point they have to break for air and she's smiling softly as she does, reaching up a hand to brush her fingers through some of that silvery hair of his where it's sticking a little to his forehead with the heat of the pool room and the heat of... well, what they'd just done. ]
...I'm sorry about the pizza. You worked rather than hard on it.
[ Does he even care though? Do either of them? She really hadn't planned for a look at the pool to turn into this... ]
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...I'm sorry about the pizza. You worked rather than hard on it.
[ Does he even care though? Do either of them? She really hadn't planned for a look at the pool to turn into this... ]