[ she jabs him in the ribs with her elbow. ] How can you expect me to concentrate on who I'm talking to with you nibbling me? Forward it to Noah and then let's go smooch puppy, or I'm going to kiss you stupid and then we won't get anything done.
I wouldn't call kissing me stupid "not anything." And I think you should smooch me and the puppy. Me first.
[he vices his arms around her waist, trailing kisses along the skin he's been abusing the entire time she's been in his lap (and talking about embarrassing shit with noah,)]
[ despite herself, she laughs, squirming a little just to give him a hard time (heh). she winds up tipping her chin up to give him better access, though, stroking fingers over the arm around her waist. ]
You first, huh? And why should I do that when I could be cuddling an adorable fluffy puppy?
[a flush rises to his face -- he knows she squirms like that on him on purpose -- but he stays the steady course. which is the north make-out star from the right, straight on 'til morning]
I'm very adorable. I'm also very fluffy.
[he nuzzles silky, tangled hair against her cheek, and then gives her quite a sweet, adorable kiss. you can tell it's adorable by the way he bats his blond eyelashes after it]
Also, I don't think I'm gonna let you go until you do.
[aaand he falls like a deadweight, sideways, trapping her half-beneath him, still batting his eyelashes]
[ she yelps, laughing again as he tips them over, turning in his grip until she can get her arms around him in turn, pushing her hands up the back of his shirt to spread against his back. ]
You are pretty fluffy and adorable. I guess I owe you a little something.
[ she leans up as if to kiss him.. then pauses teasingly, brows lifting. ] --Are you sure you don't want to go see Nacho first?
[whines, appropriately, like a dog. he drops his forehead briefly to her chin, huffing, and then raises his face again]
I don't want Nacho's sloppy seconds. Nachos's? Wait, is it Nacho or Nachos? [he squints thoughtfully into the distance for a moment, and then turns the quizzical look back on his girlfriend] -- Right, it doesn't matter. Because I'm slobbering on you first.
[and he closes the gap between them with a wet, obnoxious smack of a kiss to her forehead -- then her cheeks, then her nose]
[ she makes a disgusted, amused noise, shoving playfully at his face. ] Gross! Boy slobber. Why do I keep you around?
[ she tips her chin so that she can catch the next kiss properly, a hand stroking up his back and brushing her thumb over one of the knobs in his spine. when she parts from the kiss, it's to press a second, then a third to the corner of his mouth. ]
And he's too small to be Nachos plural. He's a single tiny Nacho.
[Alex will feel Magnus' lips curve against hers, a smile pressed into the kiss like a stamp. his voice is a warm murmur, and as his eyes hood with affection and he gets Intent, like he does, his whole focus sharpening and centering on his girlfriend]
That's cute. You're cute, Fierro.
[back arching under the trail of her (thin, magic-weaving, deadly, perfect -- ) hands, Magnus catches her lips in a more tender kiss, gradually deepening it. when he leans back just enough to let them breathe, he accuses happily, smugly]
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[he vices his arms around her waist, trailing kisses along the skin he's been abusing the entire time she's been in his lap (and talking about embarrassing shit with noah,)]
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You first, huh? And why should I do that when I could be cuddling an adorable fluffy puppy?
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I'm very adorable. I'm also very fluffy.
[he nuzzles silky, tangled hair against her cheek, and then gives her quite a sweet, adorable kiss. you can tell it's adorable by the way he bats his blond eyelashes after it]
Also, I don't think I'm gonna let you go until you do.
[aaand he falls like a deadweight, sideways, trapping her half-beneath him, still batting his eyelashes]
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You are pretty fluffy and adorable. I guess I owe you a little something.
[ she leans up as if to kiss him.. then pauses teasingly, brows lifting. ] --Are you sure you don't want to go see Nacho first?
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I don't want Nacho's sloppy seconds. Nachos's? Wait, is it Nacho or Nachos? [he squints thoughtfully into the distance for a moment, and then turns the quizzical look back on his girlfriend] -- Right, it doesn't matter. Because I'm slobbering on you first.
[and he closes the gap between them with a wet, obnoxious smack of a kiss to her forehead -- then her cheeks, then her nose]
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[ she tips her chin so that she can catch the next kiss properly, a hand stroking up his back and brushing her thumb over one of the knobs in his spine. when she parts from the kiss, it's to press a second, then a third to the corner of his mouth. ]
And he's too small to be Nachos plural. He's a single tiny Nacho.
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That's cute. You're cute, Fierro.
[back arching under the trail of her (thin, magic-weaving, deadly, perfect -- ) hands, Magnus catches her lips in a more tender kiss, gradually deepening it. when he leans back just enough to let them breathe, he accuses happily, smugly]
Haha. You like my boy slobber.