[ his arms snake around her waist in return, settling like they belong there. their bodies are pressed together, but it still doesn't feel close enough for him. if gambit could have it his way, he'd sink right under her skin and live there. ]
two? dat's mighty generous of +
with a husband like mine ah'm often in a good mood, ( arms slide over his shoulders same way they've done many times before, fingers tapping to his back. ) maybe ah can be kind enough to give him two.
you, chère.
[ he wastes no time, leaning in to bury his face into the crook of her neck, placing a kiss there. one of his arms unwinds from her waist, his hand moving to cup the side of her face; her opposite cheek is where his next kiss lands. gambit grins, wolfishly, moving +