[ 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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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.