@ExpIosiveSass “I—?”
His features dust over with a soft red, yet a chuckle escapes as he takes a quick glance around their apartment.
“. . . Well—, if something were to blow up? Let’s tangle with the couch. I think that’s fine.”
@ExpIosiveSass He blinks for a moment.
Eyes widening.
He understands now, he may have momentarily misread things. Just briefly, but he’s settling his hands on her sides once again.
“. . . Sorry, sorry. . . Didn’t think you’d take interrogation so seriously.”
@ExpIosiveSass A soft gasp escapes his lips—, hands planting themselves on her waist.
“. . . Okay, okay.”
An over dramatic sigh is given; a hand abandoning her waist in favor of clutching at his heart, a stifled laugh following.
“I ordered you. . . I ordered you—!”
A pause —
@ExpIosiveSass “If I do?”
A brief pause as he remains still.
“. . . You’re not gonna like the answer.”
Now that earns a soft chuckle, but he can’t help himself. He’s practically starving for her attention.
@ExpIosiveSass The taunt made his lips curl—, an attempt to fight the urge to smile like an idiot was made but he can’t help it. A smile cracks across his features as he simply lets her pepper his jaw with kisses.
@ExpIosiveSass His frame would be tugged closer; a grin spreading across his features as he felt the ghost of contact against his lower lip, though he could play this game too.
“. . . Try me, Miss Splodey powers. . .”
His voice lowered to a soft whisper, just matching the energy.
@ExpIosiveSass “I think I can handle whatever you throw my ways.”
Now as tempting as sushi and rom-coms sounded? He’s much more curious about her interrogation methods.