[ 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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[ 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.