He blinked, always a step behind her. How he hated that gift of hers. .
“I never said maid, love.” He responded, voice soft as velvet as he moved to traces a finger over her lips.
“Honestly, I just wanted to watch you hunt. It still fascinates me. Though I am hungry.”
She certainly wasn't complaining, returning each kiss eagerly. Bella grinned at his final suggestion, a soft chuckle emitting from her.
Swiftly, he was beneath her, straddling his hips to hold him down.
"How about you catch your own dinner? I'm not your maid," she teased.
“How about —”
He started, pressing a kiss to her lips everytime he paused.
“I catch the mountain lion this time. Or, whatever you’re in the mood for. Of you can catch one for the both of us. I love watching you hunt. . ”
Eyes brightened at the suggestion, turning away from the pages to look up at him.
“I /am/ pretty hungry.” She grinned, dropping her book to lean forward and press a kiss to his lips.
He nearly frowned, hearing Rosalie’s mental thoughts loud and clear.
His own lips press to the top of her head, moving to try and catch her gaze.
Should he take her away from here? Maybe a run would help?
A wide smile grows on her lips as she makes room for him, head resting on his chest with a soft hum.
Emmett ruined Rosalie’s car. She needed to get away from that before they destroyed the house.
“What?”
He gasped lightly, glancing up at the hand in his hair. In return, his own fingers pressed against her brow.
“Please, have you seen your wrinkles?”
“I / love / it,” she answered as she turned to him.
A grin soon took over, a glint of mischief dancing in golden hues as a hand reached up into his hair.
“Hmm, I thought I saw a few grays already,” she teased.